Love Unspoken

Quinn found herself hesitating, acutely aware that remaining in the hospital would inevitably raise Alexander's suspicions about her pregnancy. The doctor, perceiving her reluctance, offered a compromise. "If you can't stay, I'll prescribe some medication to help you maintain the pregnancy. However, you'll need regular check-ups. Beyond that, it's really in the hands of fate."

Quinn gave a nod of understanding. When Alexander had confiscated her phone the previous day, she had felt the last vestiges of hope slipping away. Now, even the smallest glimmer of hope felt like a divine gift.

After obtaining her prescription, Quinn exited the hospital, only to catch sight of Kaitlyn. The woman was cradling a child, seemingly waiting for someone. Instinctively, Quinn tightened her grip on her medicine and prescription, lowering her gaze to avoid Kaitlyn's scrutiny. She hurried away, her heart pounding in her chest.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Back at the villa, with Alexander still absent, Quinn stashed away the medicine and busied herself with preparing dinner. It wasn't until the stroke of midnight, when she was certain he wouldn't be returning, that she allowed herself to eat some of the now cold meal. Alone, she found little comfort in returning to the emptiness of their shared bedroom. Instead, she preferred the couch, lulled to sleep by the drone of the television.

Just as Quinn was settling in, a call from Abigail pierced the quiet. Startled by the late hour, Quinn answered regardless. "Finally, you pick up! Where have you been these past few days? I couldn't reach you by phone or WhatsApp. Check your WhatsApp now," Abigail instructed, before abruptly ending the call.

Opening WhatsApp, Quinn found a string of messages from Abigail, all inquiring about her whereabouts. Thinking quickly, Quinn fabricated a lie. Abigail responded with a voice message, "Hope you're alright. I've made a break from my family. My old man froze all my accounts. Can you lend me some cash?"

Without hesitation, Quinn transferred the money she'd received from Alexander earlier that day, retaining only a thousand for emergencies. After all, she had a doctor's appointment looming. "Is that enough?" Quinn asked. "Plenty," Abigail reassured her. "I'll pay you back once I've earned some."

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The sound of wind in the background made Quinn wonder if Abigail was outside or on a bike. Concerned, she texted her, "Got a place to stay?"

It took a while before Abigail replied, "Of course. I'm crashing with a biker buddy. Got lots of places. They've got a race in a few days. You coming to cheer me on?"

"If I win, not only will I get a bike but also a cool million. Once you're divorced, how about I take you on a world tour with that ride?"

Quinn's fingers trembled as she read the last line. It brought back memories of six or seven years ago when Alexander was into street racing too. She would always go to watch him, cheering him on. At eighteen, Alexander had bet his car against another rich kid's rare red sports car, intending to gift it to her for her coming of age. He had promised to teach her how to drive.

But during that race, neither car returned for a long time. Quinn and others had searched the mountain base for a day and a night. They found the rich kid first. His car had tumbled down the mountain, becoming an unrecognizable wreck. Terrified that Alexander had met the same fate, Quinn had plunged into the woods, searching all night and bruising her body in the process. Finally, under a pile of broken branches, she found Alexander. He had managed to bail out as the car rolled, landing in a tree. Those branches had saved his life.

Barely alive, Quinn had messaged Getty the location, who then called an ambulance. Quinn had stopped his bleeding, hoisting him on her back, inching down the treacherous mountain. Despite her small stature, she had managed to carry a man over a hundred pounds through the wilderness. With his weight on her back, he had whispered in delirium, "If I die, people will bully my little dummy. Promise me you'll protect her."