Love Unspoken

Walter casually checked the receipts without even lifting his head as he replied to his subordinate, "Maybe."

"These are the bad accounts Leon left behind. This has never happened before. How come they're all short by a few cents? My eyes are going blind," the employee grumbled. Walter stayed calm, barely reacting.

Meanwhile, in the chairman's office, Kyle and Alexander were deep in conversation.

"Landon met up with Stanley. No clue what they talked about," Kyle said.

Alexander paused his file review, looked up, and asked, "When?"

"Seems like it was the day before yesterday. Want me to contact Stanley?" Kyle offered.

Alexander thought for a moment before replying, "No need. If he's smart, he'll know what to say and what not to say."

"Got it," Kyle nodded, thinking, 'If Stanley betrays us, he'll only screw himself over.'

Kyle then asked, "Mr. Smith seems pretty chill. Is his workload too light?"

Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Yeah."

Kyle had expected Walter to be swamped and complaining, but instead, he found Walter annoyingly composed.

Alexander smirked slightly, leaning back on the sofa. "Then give him more work."

"Will do," Kyle said happily. Making Walter's life harder was his favorite pastime.

"Oh, and Ms. Morgan's condition has stabilized," Kyle added.

"Good to know."

Following that, Kyle reported a few more key updates before leaving Alexander's office.

Alexander's eyes drifted to the computer screen, which was displaying surveillance footage of the villa.

Abigail was teaching Quinn to paint, and they had paint everywhere.

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Quinn's face was covered in paint, and her clothes were a mess of colors.

She sat by the window, paintbrush in hand, painting with a serious expression.

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow around her. In the light, she looked almost ethereal, like a fairy who might vanish from the painting at any moment. She stared at the canvas, her eyelashes casting faint shadows under her eyes.

Despite her serious demeanor, her work looked like scribbles. Abigail couldn't make out what she was drawing even after a long look.

But Abigail still praised her, boosting Quinn's confidence and prompting her to paint two more pictures.

Time passed, the sun set, and the light outside turned a golden hue, casting a healthier glow on Quinn's pale face.

Abigail sat across from her, looking at Quinn with a somewhat dazed expression.

She thought, 'Maybe it's good that she forgets, as long as her condition doesn't worsen. She can stay carefree like this.'

As you reach the final pages, remember that 000005s.org is your destination for the complete story. Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word. The next chapter is just a visit away! "Abigail, look!" Quinn waved, showing off her painting.

Abigail leaned in and could barely make out three figures: two adults and one child.

"Who are these?" Abigail asked.

Quinn giggled, "This is Mommy, this is Daddy, and this is me."

Abigail nodded, lying through her teeth, "You did a great job."

Quinn put down the paintbrush and held Abigail's hand, "Abigail, will you come to my house to play? My mom and dad will definitely like you."

Abigail was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "Sure, where is your house?"

Quinn tilted her head, thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I don't know, but Alexander said he would take me home."

Hearing this, Abigail felt a bit helpless, thinking, 'She actually believed that jerk!'

However, Abigail didn't want to make Quinn sad, so she just smiled and nodded. "Alright, I'll come to your house then."

"Great!" Quinn smiled and picked up the paintbrush again, adding color to the little figures.