Love Unspoken

Chapter 1527 Abigail ran as long as she could, but the pain in her side was too much. She clutched her stomach, leaned against a tree, and slowly sank to the ground. Her face was pale, and sweat dripped from her forehead. She took deep breaths, trying to manage the pain.

Footsteps echoed behind her. She turned around, panicked, but it was just Landon coming towards her.

She let out a sigh of relief and slumped to the ground. "Did you see anyone following us?" she asked. Landon squatted in front of her and nodded. "Yeah, I saw them." He had been trailing them, circling around to find her.

Abigail grabbed his arm, desperate. "We need to go, now, before they catch up." But Landon didn't budge; he just stared at her.

Abigail looked up, confused, and saw something in his eyes she couldn't quite read.

One thing was clear: he wasn't planning to leave.

"Landon," she whispered.

He took her hand off his arm. "Abigail, let's go home," he said firmly.

She stared at him, stunned, unable to speak.

After a moment, she finally asked, "Why?" "You've caused enough trouble. It's tto go back," he said.

"Trouble?" she repeated, confused. "You think I'm causing trouble?" "Do you really want to keep running like this?" he asked.

She couldn't answer. She wanted to say yes, but she couldn't. She felt like she was pushing her luck. They had already gone further than they should have.

If she kept clinging to him, she'd feel like she was lowering herself.

The forest was silent. They stared at each other.

Landon had made up his mind. Abigail stayed quiet, and they were at a standstill.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out behind them. They both looked up. It was far away, but definitely a gunshot.

Abigail asked, "What's happening?" Landon shook his head. "Not sure. I'll check it out." Abigail grabbed him. "Don't go." Everyone here was looking for them. The gunshot was weird. It could be another group or a trap.

But it didn't seem like a trap.

"Maybe they're shooting at an animal," Abigail guessed. "Don't go. It's too risky." Landon was quiet for a moment, then nodded. "Where are you hurt?" he asked.

Abigail lied, "I'm fine." "Your face says otherwise," Landon said, grabbing her wrist and rolling up her sleeve to reveal bruises.

She pulled her hand back. "Just sminor injuries." Landon looked at her, then grabbed her other hand, which was also bruised. He had no idea how she got them. Her pants were torn, threads hanging everywhere.

Landon sighed.

Another gunshot rang out, this ta whole bunch in a row. It was clear it wasn't just sanimal; there were other people out there. Landon suddenly stood up. "I'll go check it out. Find a place to hide. These folks don't seem friendly." Abigail wanted to stop him, but he was already on the move.

She gritted her teeth and dragged her tired body to follow him.

But Landon was quick, and she soon lost sight of him.

The gunshots were getting more frequent and closer. Landon headed straight for the source.

Soon, he saw two groups shooting at each other in the dim forest. They were hiding behind cover, far apart.

On the left were the cops. The group on the right was a mystery, but they weren't from the Vanderbilt family. Definitely another crew.

"Who are you?" someone on the left shouted, but the answer was a gunshot. Luckily, the guy dodged, or he'd be toast.

After a bit, someone on the right yelled, "Release our boss! Or none of you are leaving here today." "Who's your boss?" the guy on the left asked.

"Landon!" the guy on the right shot back.

Landon squinted. He hid behind a tree, trying to get a better look. He couldn't see much and didn't recognize the voice.

Just then, Abigail showed up. She spotted Landon and started to approach him, looking relieved.

Landon's face changed. She was in the line of fire. "Don't cover!" he shouted.

Abigail froze.

Before she could react, Landon rushed over. At the stime, several gunshots went off.

The world spun as Landon tackled Abigail, rolling down a slope.

Abigail's head buzzed, and she didn't know what she hit. Her vision went black.

"Are you okay?" Landon asked.

Hearing his voice, Abigail closed her eyes for a moment, ent, then openedm them to see Landon sitting beside her. She shook her head. "I'm fine. Weren't those your people?" She had heard the shouting from both sides, not clearly, but she distinctly heard Landon's name.

Landon pulled her up and led her in another direction. "They're not my people," he said.

"Not your people?" Abigail asked.

"Yeah," Landon replied.

Abigail said, "But I heard them call your nand ask the police to release you." Landon glanced at her. "Do you seebeing captured?" "No. Then what do they mean?" Abigail asked.

Landon looked into the distance and snorted. "They wantdead."

They were pretending to be his people, using his name, and attacking e him for another! the cops to frcrime. That way, the cops would shoot him without a second thought.

Even if they didn't shoot, getting captured would still be a death sentence for him. Landon said, "Looks like I might not make it out of here."

Abigail stopped in her tracks. "Don't say that. Haven't aven't you survived worse abroad? You won't die." Landon shook his head but didn't say anything. He quickened his pace, holding her hand.

"Let's go. You're not safe either," he said.

Abigail nodded but was worried. "Will Oliver and Alvin be okay?" "They'll be fine. Don't worry," Landon reassured her.