Love Unspoken

Quinn's head shook in disbelief. "Your husband needs to be here. This isn't something to be taken lightly. He's not treating your health with the seriousness it deserves!"

Stunned, Quinn quickly composed a message on her phone. "He's away on a business trip and can't make it."Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

The doctor eyed her with a hint of skepticism before sighing heavily, "You must take this matter into your own hands. Try to communicate with your husband, and if that fails, consider seeking legal counsel. You can't let him continue to disregard your health like this."

She continued, "I'm going to prescribe some medication for you, and you'll need to continue with the IV treatment for at least five more days. Make sure you come back. Do you understand?"

Quinn felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, wishing she could simply disappear. After the doctor's lengthy lecture, she handed Quinn a stack of prescriptions. Holding the medication as though it were her lifeline, Quinn hurriedly left the hospital. As she exited the inpatient wing, preparing to leave the hospital grounds, she unexpectedly ran into Alexander.

Her grip unconsciously tightened on the medicine. Alexander, however, seemed oblivious to her presence, his full attention on Getty, who was leaning on a cane and nestled in his embrace, complaining."I must be cursed. I've sprained this ankle twice in a row now. I was supposed to sign a contract today, and that dummy is jinxing me!"

"Stop complaining when you're hurt," Alexander retorted, supporting her. His tone was stern, but his face betrayed no real emotion. It was their usual banter.Getty rolled her eyes at him. "You feel bad for me? You jerk. My foot is all messed up, and you're still giving me grief."

"If you've got enough energy to insult me, it can't be that bad." Getty was fuming, pinching Alexander's arm in exasperation. She then glanced up and caught sight of Quinn in the distance. Her brows furrowed, and her tone took on a sneering edge, "Oh right, I'm not serious. Your wife got hurt worse. Go take care of her!"

At her words, Alexander looked up, his gaze meeting Quinn's. Quinn quickly averted her eyes, suppressing the dull ache in her heart, and walked away.Why should she torment herself by witnessing their affection?Getty quirked an eyebrow. "She's gone, you know."

Alexander's gaze returned to Getty. He remained silent.Getty was puzzled, wondering, 'What was that dummy doing at the hospital? She seems to walk just fine. It seems unlikely that she would have twisted her ankle.'

An uneasy feeling crept into Getty's heart as she stole a glance at Alexander. Unfortunately, his expression revealed nothing except a hint of distraction.Getty was irked. Even though Alexander always seemed to side with her, he never rebuked that dummy, nor scolded her over such issues.

Everyone thought Alexander was head over heels for Getty, but Getty knew the truth-he loved no one."I can't walk anymore. Carry me to the car," Getty grumbled.

Without a word, Alexander bent down, scooped her up, and headed to the parking lot. By this time, the workday had ended. Quinn didn't return to the office but instead hailed a cab back to the villa.

The moment she stepped out of the cab, Quinn noticed Ariel pacing on the front porch of the villa.Ariel quickened his pace toward her as soon as he saw her alight from the taxi."Hey Quinn, how did it go? You've been gone all day. Don't tell me you can't even come up with half a million?"