She originally thought that when she returned to J City next time, she would bring Ivy along to see him. After all, half of Ivy’s life was saved by Atlas Shaw, and the other half by Daniel Harris.

If it weren’t for his help back then, she wouldn’t have been able to keep this child.

Looking at Daniel Harris in front of her, memories from the past flashed through Mabel Quinn’s mind, making her eyes unexpectedly feel warm.

Sister Han quickly got up from the chair at this moment and walked briskly to Daniel Harris, warmly saying, "Director Harris, come come, please have a seat."

Daniel Harris was about to walk to the seat, but his steps paused slightly, as if sensing something, and he looked in Mabel Quinn’s direction.

The next moment, Daniel Harris’s body suddenly stiffened, showing a face of disbelief. At this moment, even his breathing seemed to stop, and everything around him turned into nullity, as if only she existed before him.

Is this... real?

Real? Or fake?

Or is it just an illusion?

One question after another surfaced in Daniel Harris’s mind, but none gave him an answer, as if only by walking over could he confirm the reality of it all.

Everyone in the conference room just saw Daniel Harris and Mabel Quinn looking into each other’s eyes. The expressions on their faces were definitely not those of strangers. Compared to Daniel Harris’s shock, Mabel Quinn seemed slightly better, but it was evident that she was also surprised.

"Director Harris, do you know Screenwriter Quinn?" Sister Han asked.

But Daniel Harris seemed as if he hadn’t heard her at all, just step by step walking toward that single silhouette.

Mabel Quinn also stood up, facing Daniel Harris.

A very short distance, yet it felt like it took a long time to reach. Daniel Harris walked up to Mabel Quinn, raised his somewhat trembling hand, seemingly wanting to touch her cheek, but stopped when his hand was about to make contact.

Too afraid, afraid it was just an illusion, afraid it would end up being nothing more than his wishful thinking.

In the span of six years, how many times had he felt as if her silhouette appeared before him, as if she were still alive, but in the end, it had always been self-deception. And this time? Is it still just his illusion?

As for Mabel Quinn, she seemed to notice Daniel Harris’s hesitation at this moment and gently smiled, saying, "Daniel, it’s me, I’m still alive."

With just this simple sentence, his hand seemed to tremble even more violently.

As if using all his strength, his fingers lightly touched her cheek. It was warm skin, a tangible sensation, not an illusion, not his imagination!

"Really... is it you?" he murmured, his voice sounded so hoarse.

"Yes, it’s really me," she replied.

The next moment, he suddenly opened his arms wide and fiercely pulled her into his embrace, "It’s so good, really so good... you’re still alive, you... you’re really still alive!"

He was so excited he was almost incoherent, just holding her tightly, constantly repeating those words.

She was alive, she was indeed still in this world. The most important woman in his life, the woman who gave him light and hope in the Dark World, heaven had ultimately not ruthlessly taken her life away!