Elder Kinston's Exclusive Sweet Wife

Kyle Kinston smiled and took out a Swiss Army knife, casually stabbing it into his own body.

"Kyle!" Mabel Quinn suddenly screamed, wanting to stop her husband, but Kyle Kinston was too fast; by the time she grabbed the knife, he had already stabbed himself three times.

"It’s nothing," Kyle Kinston said casually, raising his other free hand to cover Mabel Quinn’s eyes. "Don’t look, it’s not good for your health. This bit of pain is nothing to me."

Mabel Quinn’s tears fell like rain, and she understood the meaning behind Kyle Kinston’s words. Her body was still pregnant, with a small life inside her belly, and any injury or shock would be harmful.

The next moment, she felt his hand slip from her fingers, the sound of the knife piercing flesh again and again made her whole body tremble. But she had no way to stop it.

The whereabouts of the daughter, the husband’s injury... she just felt so useless. Even now, she wished she could bear those 18 stabs, wished Francine Howards would unleash all her fury upon her, but she couldn’t do it.

Finally, the 18 stabs were completed. Kyle Kinston looked up at Francine Howards, "Now can you tell me?" His body was covered in blood, but he seemed not to feel any pain, only wanting an answer from her.

Francine Howards trembled again, the pressure exuding from Kyle Kinston made her feel a shiver.

She forced herself to suppress her fear and looked spitefully at the man she had loved for so many years, "Kyle Kinston, if I tell you now that I was just playing with you, what then? Hahaha, you’ve played with me for so many years, so if I play with you once, so what..."

But her laughter suddenly halted as Kyle Kinston placed the Swiss Army knife at her throat, "Francine Howards, I’ll ask you once more, where exactly is my daughter?" His voice was extremely sinister.

Francine Howards trembled, "You... you wouldn’t dare, this is the police station..."

"Then you might as well try and see if I dare!" He said, as the knife in his hand began to press into the skin of Francine Howards’s neck, "As long as I don’t cut your artery, you probably won’t die for a while, or maybe I’ll just stab you here and there until you want to talk? But I can’t guarantee how lightly I can handle it..."

As he spoke, the knife in his hand was already on Francine Howards’s body.

Francine Howards let out a painful cry, wishing she could faint, but soon the second stab, the third stab... fell on her.

A fear of death enveloped her, and she feared she might be stabbed to death like this. Ironically, the whole interrogation room was absent of any police officer, the surveillance equipment turned off.

The man she loved was trying to kill her!

"Fine, I’ll talk... your daughter was taken away by my parents to ’take care of.’ Since there wasn’t any sign of your daughter at the scene of my parents’ car accident, then she must have been dealt with... hahaha, Kyle Kinston, Mabel Quinn, your daughter has been buried with my parents, hahaha, buried!" Francine Howards suddenly burst into wild laughter, saying it all in one breath.

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