Love Unspoken

Chapter 1475 "Abigail, what's up with you?" Quinn asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

Abigail's questions were getting more and more out there, each one harder to answer than the last.

Abigail realized she might've crossed a line.

"Sorry, I just... maybe my brain's fried. Just ignore me," Abigail said, covering her face, feeling super awkward. Quinn had a hunch but didn't want to push it.

She patted Abigail's shoulder. "Go upstairs and get ssleep. You must be exhausted. Rest up, and you'll feel better." Abigail nodded. "Alright, I'll crash first. You should hit the sack early too. Look, Sprout's already out cold." "Okay." Abigail got up and trudged upstairs.

Quinn watched her go, her mind racing back to those weird questions. It seemed like Abigail was asking about Alexander, but really, she was talking about someone else. What Landon did was way worse than Alexander.

Now it made sense why Abigail never brought up Landon.

She sighed, picked up Sprout, and headed upstairs.

She lay down next to Sprout. Then, she heard snoise from the bathroom, jumped out of bed, and ran to check.

Brandy was standing on a stool, holding a cup, completely drenched, her hair soaking wet.

"Brandy, what are you doing?" Quinn asked.

Brandy couldn't even reach the sink on the stool. She was trying to wash up by herself.

Quinn quickly picked her up. "I was wondering where you went. So you were here trying to wash up." Looking at the soaked Brandy, Quinn couldn't tell if she was taking a bath or washing her face.

Brandy looked at her seriously. "I'm brushing my teeth." Quinn sighed. "Where's Olivia? Why didn't you go to her?" Brandy puffed her cheeks but stayed quiet. She wanted to wash up by herself but didn't know how to say it. Quinn took off Brandy's clothes, put her in the bathtub, and used shampoo and body wash to clean her up.

Then she handed Brandy a toothbrush. "Here, brush your teeth." Brandy took the toothbrush and started brushing with both hands.

Quinn squatted beside her, feeling a bit relieved seeing her so focused.

After brushing her teeth, Brandy put the toothbrush in the cup next to her. She turned her head, looked up at Quinn, and asked, "Where did Daddy go?" Quinn paused, then forced a smile. "He went out. He'll be back in a couple of days." Brandy tilted her head. She wanted to ask if Daddy left because he didn't love her, but she couldn't find the words.

Quinn couldn't guess what Brandy was thinking. "He just left for a day, and you already miss him?" Brandy nodded.

Quinn didn't know how to answer. Even though Alexander said he'd be back in a couple of days, she wasn't sure when he'd actually return. So, she changed the subject, "Alright, stand up." Brandy obediently stood up, letting Quinn bathe her.

Quinn quickly cleaned her up, dried her with a towel, and wrapped her in a blanket, carrying her to the bed outside.

She went to the next room to find a set of pajamas for Brandy to change into.

She had Brandy lie next to Sprout. "Alright, sleep with Sprout." Brandy nodded, reached out her tiny hand to hug Sprout. Quinn looked at them, feeling all warm and fuzzy, and couldn't resist snapping a photo with her phone.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, lighting up the gray floor.

A person lay on the ground, the sunlight highlighting the dust particles floating in the air.

His fingers twitched.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, clutching his chest and coughing violently.

Alexander stared at the distant corner of the wall, closed his eyes, and took a moment to steady himself.

A few minutes later, he propped himself up and sat up, his head hanging weakly. As if remembering something, he looked around at his surroundings.

He picked up the phone on the bed, checked it, and saw a few calls from Kyle and several messages from Quinn. He lowered his head and went through them one by one.

He then found Kyle's number and called back.

The call connected quickly, and Kyle's voice cthrough the phone, "Mr. Kennedy. You finally answered. I thought you went missing and almost called Mrs. Kennedy." If Alexander hadn't instructed him not to contact Quinn no matter what, he would have called her long ago. "What is it?" Alexander's voice was so weak that Kyle could barely hear it.

Kyle paused, then asked worriedly, "Mr. Kennedy, what's wrong with you?" "Cut the crap. Why did you call me?" Alexander asked.

Kyle replied, "Nothing much, just reporting on the Lynch family." Alexander ordered, "Alright, go ahead." Alexander sat on the cold floor of the quiet room, sunlight streaming in behind him.

Quinn was already up. She hadn't slept well last night, falling asleep around four and waking up around six.

She sat on the bed for a while, and around seven, Sprout woke up.

He opened his eyes but didn't move because he had pooped. Only after changing his diaper would he start moving again.

Quinn sighed, got a diaper, and changed him. Then he started rolling around on the bed like a robot that had been switched on, waking Brandy up. Quinn took Sprout and Brandy to the bathroom to wash up and then took them downstairs.

Abigail had gotten up early. With her chin resting on her hand, she stared blankly at the sofa, not noticing Quinn's arrival.

Quinn sat beside her for a while and couldn't help but ask, "Abigail, how long have you been up?" Abigail snapped out of it and looked at her blankly, "What did you say?" "When did you get up?" Quinn repeated.

"I've been up for a while." Abigail sighed. After a night's sleep, herm mood hadn't improved much; it had only gotten worse. Quinn sighed, not knowing what to say. Abigail was straightforward. She saw things in black and white.

Changing her personality and views for someone would be incredibly painful for her.

Abigail never discussed it with Quinn, and Quinn didn't know how to ask.

"Let's go eat first," Quinn said.

"You go ahead. I'm not hungry." Abigail suddenly stood up. "I almost forgot. My tools are stilin Oliver's II.gd car. I go get them." Before Quinn.

could say anything, she had already walked out. Abigail went hand found out that Oliver had gone to the office, so she went to the office.

She went straight to Oliver's office, pushed the door open, and saw a familiar face inside.