Love Unspoken

Upon laying his eyes on the divorce certificate, a frown creased Alexander's forehead.

"Where did this come from?" he inquired.

Getty's gaze flickered towards Quinn as she retorted with a stubborn tone, "Naturally, she handed it to me. I came to confirm whether you two had truly divorced. Fearing my disbelief, she presented it as proof."

Quinn remained silent, her eyes fixed on Getty as the latter manipulated the truth to her advantage.

Alexander's gaze shifted back to Quinn.

"Did you give this to her?" he asked.

Quinn responded with a simple shake of her head.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Observing this, Getty hastily interjected, "You little dummy, you clearly gave it to me. Why are you pretending otherwise now? Alexander, this is your divorce certificate. If she hadn't given it to me, how would I have known its location?"

Alexander remained silent, his expression hardening into a grim mask.Quinn's lips tightened into a thin line as she met Alexander's gaze, fully aware that he would be swayed by Getty's persuasive words. After all, Getty was quite convincing, and she, a mute girl, was unable to voice her defense.

However, Alexander's next move was unexpected. He snatched the divorce certificate from Getty's grasp, tore it into shreds, and nonchalantly discarded it on the floor.

The sudden act left Getty dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting her injuries."Alexander, you..." she began, but was cut off as Alexander grasped her arm, assisting her to her feet. "I'll take you to the hospital," he declared. Getty's resentment bubbled up. Every time a situation like this arose, he would sidestep it, changing the topic. Was he planning to avoid confronting this significant issue as well?

"Alexander, are you just going to dismiss this? Look at the state I'm in!" she protested.

Alexander's response was icy.

"What do you expect me to do? Retaliate?"Getty was momentarily speechless. She did want to fight back, but couldn't muster the courage. All she wanted was for Alexander to reprimand Quinn and show some support for her. But what did his current actions imply?

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Was he not taking anyone's side?

In the end, Getty spat out in frustration, "I am not a dog. If a dog bites me, should I bite it back?"Alexander simply responded, "Then let's head to the hospital."

He didn't even rebuke Getty for referring to Quinn as a dog. Quinn, seated on the ground, dropped her gaze, feeling the sting on her cheek where she had been slapped.

Not only on this side of her face, but it felt as if Alexander had slapped her on the other side as well. Their sarcastic exchanges felt like a physical blow, leaving her feeling humiliated. She couldn't comprehend why she was still there. Getty, fearful of her wound becoming infected, decided to cease arguing. Given his attitude, there was no point in continuing the dispute.

She might even provoke him to the point where he stopped caring about her entirely.

Getty casually wiped the saliva and blood from her wound with a tissue and turned to leave. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Alexander asked.

Getty retorted impatiently, "Ask that dummy over there. She left dog droppings at the door. She was brought up by The Kennedys, a prestigious family. How did they manage to raise such a coarse individual?"

Indeed, the poor will always remain poor. Even if they move into a mansion, they won't transform into princesses.

Alexander didn't contradict her. He simply walked ahead and opened the car door for Getty.

Even after they had departed, Quinn could still hear the echo of Getty's harsh words and Alexander's silent acquiescence from within the house. Quinn sat on the cold floor, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, tears streaming down her face. Two puppies scampered up to Quinn, circling her and licking her fingers.

One of them hopped onto her lap, sniffing around her.

Quinn lowered her head, tears dripping from her chin onto the little dog's head. She raised her hand and gently stroked its head.