CHAPTER 88: CHAPTER 89 HIS DISCOMFITURE

"But you now..."

"Get out!" His eyes were like those of a beast, shooting out a dangerous glow, giving off a feeling that if she didn’t obey him, the next moment, she would be torn apart by him.

Her mind went blank, she didn’t even know how she walked out of the room.

It wasn’t until she exited the room and looked at the closed door that she somewhat came back to her senses. Kyle Kinston... what happened to him? It was as if his body was enduring tremendous torment.

What kind of illness would cause such a reaction? In her mind, she sifted through some diseases she knew, but none seemed to match his condition.

Since he asked her to leave the room, it meant he must have a way to handle it, so she didn’t need to worry. And now, the best thing for her to do was to hurry back to her own room.

But her feet simply couldn’t move away from the door. The door wasn’t completely closed, so standing close to it, she could still hear his panting and groaning from inside the room.

Sound after sound, it sounded so painful, as if it was etching into the depths of her soul.

What kind of disease could cause such agony to this man? She had looked up information about him online, naturally knowing some of his experiences. He enlisted in the military at 18, went through various rigorous training, even participated in many dangerous missions. After that, after three years of service, he returned to the business world, became the CEO, and expanded the Kinston Family’s commercial empire even further. Surely, there’s the Kinston’s background, but it was also his capability.

Someone like him, with a pain tolerance far greater than ordinary people, was now making such sounds that sent shivers down her spine.

Mabel Quinn waited at the door for a while, but Kyle Kinston’s voice sounded increasingly painful, even seeming a bit delirious.

She didn’t hear him call the doctor himself, and from the sound of it, it didn’t seem like he had taken any special medicine.

"It hurts... so much... help me... someone... help me..." His hoarse voice once again seeped through the gap in the door into her ears.

Mabel Quinn gritted her teeth, suddenly pushed the door open again, and walked in.

The room lights were still on, but seeing his current appearance startled her once more.

At this moment, he looked even more disheveled than before. His previously neat clothes were torn to shreds by him. Through the rips, she saw many blood marks, likely self-inflicted by his fingers, with bloodstains all over his shirt.

And him, crawling on the ground, those originally beautiful slender fingers twisted at an unbelievable angle, clutching the floor...

Is this... Kyle Kinston?

The high and mighty CEO she knew, the man who controlled Falling City with ease, getting whatever he wanted, how many people had seen him in such a miserable state?

As if sensing something, he suddenly lifted his head. Those beautiful phoenix eyes now only gave Mabel Quinn a beastly feeling. Yes, just like being stared at by a beast, those eyes seemed devoid of human emotion, filled only with a bloodthirsty danger.