Love Unspoken

Quinn stopped what she was doing and looked at Kyle, surprised. "What did you say?"

Kyle was a bit shocked by her reaction. "You didn't know?"

"I had no idea." Quinn frowned. Alexander had said yesterday that any cooperation needed to follow business rules. But today, he directly invested two billion dollars.

With this, the company's funds were temporarily stabilized, and in three months, it could start operating again, avoiding bankruptcy.

What Walter said last night was now irrelevant.

No wonder Alexander wasn't angry yesterday. No matter what Walter suggested, Alexander could easily make it pointless.

'It's good to have money,' Quinn thought.

Kyle was happy anyway. Knowing it was thanks to Quinn, he smiled even more eagerly.

Quinn handed the bowl back to him and got into the bodyguard's car.

She didn't want to deal with the company's affairs. Alexander could do whatever he wanted. After all, she was just a nominal boss, while Alexander was the real power behind The Mellon Group. Whether it was bankruptcy or continued operation, it was all up to him.

When Quinn arrived at the hospital, Abigail was using crutches for her rehab exercises and still struggling to walk.

"Quinn, you're here," Abigail said, struggling to walk towards Quinn with her crutches.

Quinn wanted to help her, but Abigail refused, "Don't help me. I need to walk on my own. The doctor said rehab relies on willpower. As long as I persist, I'll recover quickly."

Hearing this, Quinn awkwardly withdrew her hand. "Alright then, take it slow."

Abigail laughed. "Don't worry, I've been walking for half an hour. At this rate, I believe I'll be bouncing around in no more than half a month."

Quinn replied, "You've said that before."

"Really? Doesn't matter. I feel like I'm getting better." Abigail waved her hand and continued walking around the room with her crutches.

Quinn watched her unsteady steps, afraid she might fall, and silently followed her.

After walking for more than half an hour, Abigail finally couldn't walk anymore. She asked Quinn to help her to the sofa.

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Abigail opened a bottle of water but remembered something before drinking. She turned to ask, "Quinn, how have you been lately?"

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Seeing that Abigail still had trouble lifting her hand, Quinn held her arm and helped her drink the water.

Abigail drank half the bottle, and Quinn took it back to screw the cap on.

Abigail looked at Quinn, her voice lowered, "How are things between you and Alexander? You relied on him when you couldn't speak, couldn't leave him when you had amnesia, and now that you're completely normal, do you still like him? What's so special about him?"

"Abigail, I don't know how to explain it to you," Quinn said, lowering her eyes. It wasn't that she didn't want to leave him, but Alexander wouldn't let her go.

However, Quinn didn't dare to tell her, fearing it might harm her like before. Abigail had just come back and could finally talk to her.

If Abigail knew, with her temper, she would probably try to help her leave again. Alexander was different now; he had no scruples when he lost control.

Back when Wayne and Landon were still alive, Orion tried to take her away, and Alexander almost killed him. Now, it would be even worse.

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So, the best way was to keep Abigail out of it.

When she left, Abigail wouldn't be implicated.

"What's so hard to say? Also, now that you're back to normal, I haven't asked you about the child. Did he make you have an abortion again?"

At the mention of the child, Quinn's face turned pale. Her heart tightened as if gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard for her to breathe.

Quinn instinctively touched her stomach. She had almost forgotten that there had been two little lives here.

The first abortion was tacitly approved by him.

The second abortion wasn't his doing. However, when she messaged him for help, he was celebrating Getty's birthday.

She had really been desperate when she messaged him, still holding out hope that he would come to save the child for the sake of their years together. After all, it was his biological child.

But he didn't come, didn't even ask.

As Quinn recalled the past, the heart-wrenching pain swept over her once again.