Love Unspoken

Abigail thought Quinn was still upset about Alexander and tried to comfort her for a while.

Quinn snapped back to reality and forced a smile. "I get it."

Abigail was at a loss for words.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of Alexander passing by the slightly open door and her eyes widened.

"I think I just saw Alexander," Abigail said, surprised.

Quinn instinctively turned but saw nothing.

She remembered Getty was still in the hospital. If it was Alexander, he was probably there to see Getty.

"Alright, maybe I was mistaken," Abigail changed the subject. "I saw Orion yesterday. How did you agree to marry him?"

"He's so timid and afraid of everything," Abigail said with some disdain. She had kindly visited him, only to be scolded. It was hard to believe Quinn liked him.

Quinn thought of Orion, who was still unconscious the last time she saw him.

"How's he doing?" Quinn asked, concerned.

"He's fine, better than me," Abigail said. "He even had the nerve to blame me. I didn't force him to get on my motorcycle." She cursed again, "Men are all the same, no good ones."

Quinn held her hand and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I dragged you all into this."

Abigail shook her head, her expression complicated. She looked at Quinn and said softly, "What nonsense? Aren't we friends?" Quinn felt emotional. She forced a smile and tightened her grip on Abigail's hand.

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Quinn thought she'd live in Alexander's shadow, lonely and isolated.

In those dark times, Quinn felt incredibly fortunate, as if she had used up all her luck to meet them.

Meanwhile, in another ward.

Getty was being held down by several doctors, and the fruit knife in her hand was taken away and thrown onto a distant table.

When Alexander walked in, this was the scene he saw.

Getty had been struggling, but when she saw Alexander enter, she suddenly quieted down and turned her head away, trying not to let him see her face.

The doctors and others also turned to look and finally let out a sigh of relief. "Mr. Kennedy, you're here. Please talk to Ms. Morgan."

Getty had her stitches removed today and insisted the doctor bring a mirror.

When the stitches were removed, she seemed calm and didn't react much.

The doctors thought she had accepted her disfigurement, but no one expected that once everyone left, she would struggle out of bed and grab a fruit knife to commit suicide. Fortunately, Lucy came in and saw her. Lucy tried to hold her, and in the struggle, Lucy got cut.

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There was a lot of blood on the floor, but it wasn't Getty's; it was Lucy's. She had a deep cut on her palm, and blood was everywhere, including on Getty's hospital gown.

When Alexander arrived, the room finally quieted down. Lucy sat on the floor, holding her hand and crying.

Getty also turned her head, desperately avoiding Alexander's gaze, tears silently streaming down her face and onto the floor.

"Everyone, please leave," Alexander said in a deep voice.

The people exchanged glances. A nurse stepped forward to help Lucy up and take her out to bandage her wound.

Everyone left, and after the door was closed, the room was a mess.

Alexander slowly walked over to Getty.

Hearing the footsteps, Getty clenched her fists. She almost buried her face in the floor.

"Don't come near me."

She almost pleaded, her hoarse and humble voice barely audible.