Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Chapter 1174 - 1213: What Have I Really Lost?

"Huh?" Aunt Wu hurriedly led the way, guiding Kyle Kinston into the bedroom, pointing to the small bed and said, "Just put him on the bed."

Kyle Kinston laid the little one down and surveyed the room. There were two beds, one large and one small; it was obvious that the big bed belonged to the little one’s mother, Alexander Quinn.

Regarding such a coincidence, Kyle Kinston felt something indescribable. The little girl, whose eyes bore some resemblance to his, turned out to be Alexander Quinn’s child.

And Alexander Quinn was none other than his life bond. Wasn’t this too much of a coincidence?

Kyle Kinston’s gaze involuntarily fell upon the room’s wall, which was almost like a photo wall. One frame after another covered the wall, big and small, and in each frame was the little one’s image—sometimes by herself, other times with others—like with Alexander Quinn, Atlas Shaw, or with the nanny who had been attending to him since he arrived, as well as some other people in group photos.

The photos on this wall seemed like a chronicle of the little one’s life experiences. Kyle Kinston’s eyes remained fixed on the photo wall, feeling a sting in his eyes, and his heart, at this moment, began to beat uncontrollably faster.

Something akin to the feeling he had when he encountered his life bond, but yet not entirely the same.

Watching the little one in the photos grow from a tiny infant, slowly learning to crawl, and then to walk...

Kyle Kinston was so focused on looking at the photos, and Aunt Wu stood silently to the side, not daring to disturb him. But soon, she noticed that his complexion wasn’t right, and later, he was clutching his chest, his eyes fixed on a particular photo.

In the photo, a graceful and beautiful woman held a tiny infant, her face full of tender motherly affection, looking at the baby as if she were gazing upon the whole world.

Kyle Kinston felt a pang in his chest; why did he feel such an unbearable pang of loss when he looked at this photo, as if something very important had been lost?

But what exactly had he lost?

Could it be jealousy? Jealous that his life bond loved her daughter so much? Because people of the Kinston Family were unwilling to share even a shred of her love?

But... no, he knew this feeling was different from jealousy.

"Mr. Kinston, are you alright?" Aunt Wu couldn’t help but ask.

"I’m... fine." He replied forcefully, his fingers brushing against the photo. None of these photos could compare to the intense impact this one brought him.

Seeing this, Aunt Wu said, "This photo was taken by Mr. Shaw. At that time, Miss Quinn had just given birth to the child a few days prior, and she went through a lot of hardships to deliver Ivy. The situation wasn’t good, and Miss Quinn had to visit the hospital quite a bit. It was quite an ordeal. She was in labor for over ten hours before giving birth to the child; at that moment, she was almost at death’s door."

Upon hearing this, the discomfort in Kyle Kinston’s chest transformed into a form of pain.

"But speaking of which, you really do resemble Ivy. If I didn’t know Miss Quinn’s husband had passed away, I might have genuinely thought you were Ivy’s dad." Aunt Wu said casually and then suddenly realized her words were somewhat inappropriate, quickly adding, "I... I was just joking, Mr. Kinston, please don’t take it to heart."