Love Unspoken

Chapter 183



The pallor of Mr. Seward's face was a stark contrast to the rage that consumed him.

Getty, her fingers entwined with Alexander's, leaned in to whisper, "Darling, let's depart. This is not a big matter." Her fear was palpable, a dread that the secret passenger in their vehicle would be revealed once Quinn made her appearance. She had faith in Alexander's defense, but the gnawing guilt made her feel unworthy. The thought of sharing the same space with Quinn was unbearable.

Alexander cast a sidelong glance at Getty, "You should leave first. I won't accompany you."

Getty's grip tightened instinctively. "No, I want you to escort me."

"Listen to me, alright?" Alexander's voice was soft, but his eyes held an unspoken warning.

Getty's frustration was evident. She gritted her teeth, refusing to back down, "Then I'll wait here with you."

"Suit yourself." Alexander's indifference was palpable.

He had no intention of waiting for Preston any longer. He swung open the driver's door and slid into the seat. Getty, not to be left behind, quickly opened the passenger door and climbed in. Alexander frowned, casting a sidelong glance at her.

With a nonchalant air, Getty buckled her seatbelt and offered Alexander a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about me. I don't need you to take me home. I'll accompany you."

She was well aware of Alexander's intentions and was resolute in her decision to not leave them alone.

"Are you certain you wish to accompany me?" he questioned.

Getty nodded, "Yes. Is there a problem? I haven't seen you in days. What's wrong with spending a little more time with you?"

Alexander held her gaze for a moment before averting his eyes and starting the engine. The car sped away.

They hadn't been gone long when Preston returned.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

He pushed open the door and walked towards his father, "Dad, what's going on?"

Before he could finish, Mr. Seward brandished a belt, striking Preston across the back.

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"Ah!"

Preston recoiled, clutching his arm and stepping back. He glared at his father. "Dad! Have you lost your mind?"

Mr. Seward, trembling with rage, pointed the belt at him, "You good-for-nothing! Always causing trouble for me, I could kill you!" With that, he swung the belt again. This time, Preston didn't stand still for the beating. He turned and fled, shouting, "Dad! There was someone in the car, why won't you believe me? I was trying to save her!" "Silence! You're nothing but a nuisance, always associating with those imbeciles! I can't believe you're my son!" Mr. Seward disregarded the onlookers, chasing after Preston with belt in hand. The hotel grounds turned into a spectacle of chase and evasion.

The scene amused many of the onlookers. This wasn't the first time Mr. Seward's son had stirred up trouble. Mr. Seward was known for his concern for appearances.

But now, Mr. Seward had abandoned the struggle for dignity. What did his reputation matter anymore?

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Sebastian, the young man beside him, slammed the accelerator, and they shot off like an arrow from a bow.

They crashed through the entrance railing.

Mr. Seward clutched his chest, gasping for breath and on the verge of collapse. Luckily, a bystander rushed to his aid.

"Bro, where are we heading now?" Sebastian glanced at him. "Your allowance will get frozen again this time."

Preston slumped into his seat, "I couldn't care less about the money."

His gaze drifted out of the window, his vision blurry and weak. The image of a delicate, pitiful face flashed in his mind. He paused, raised his hand and patted the seat in front of him, "To the hospital."


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