Love Unspoken

It was the information about Alexander's car accident and hospital stay from seven years ago that she had asked Mr. Walker to dig up.

She stared at it for ages but couldn't make heads or tails of it.

Finally, she shoved the papers in a drawer and headed to Regal Riverside.

Nowadays, she lived alone in the villa, feeling super lonely. Plus, the house next door, which had burned down, was being rebuilt every day, making a racket and disturbing her peace.

She couldn't figure out why Alexander was so set on rebuilding that house. It wouldn't be done for months.

When Kaitlyn got to Regal Riverside, Abigail was about to take Quinn out for some fun.

They walked to the door and bumped into Kaitlyn, who was just getting out of her car.

Quinn didn't recognize her, and Abigail pulled Quinn behind herself protectively.

Kaitlyn ignored them and casually asked, "Is Alexander home?"

Abigail replied, "He left a while ago."

With that, she took Quinn outside and grabbed a helmet to put on Quinn's head. "Put this on, we're heading out."

Quinn touched the heavy helmet and glanced back at Kaitlyn, who had already walked into the house like she owned the place.

"Who is she?" Quinn asked, curious.

Abigail got on the motorcycle and said irritably, "Alexander's mom, who else."

Abigail started the motorcycle, and it shot off like a rocket. Startled, Quinn hugged her waist tightly in fear.

"Hold on tight. I'll take you for a ride," Abigail said.

"Okay."

Quinn clung to Abigail's waist. Even though the weather was warming up, the wind rushing past them as the motorcycle sped along was still chilly.

Quinn shrank her neck and hid behind Abigail to hide from the cold wind.

She tilted her head, watching the scenery flash by, feeling super excited.

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Abigail sped down the road, but soon, her phone started vibrating frantically in her pocket.

"So annoying, who is it?" Abigail grumbled.

She pulled over, took out her phone, and her face immediately darkened.

It was Alexander.

'Does he know I took Quinn out?' she wondered.

After a moment, Abigail answered, "What do you want?"

Alexander was blunt. "Bring her back."

Abigail frowned. "Did you put a tracker on her or something?"

"I'll say it again, bring her back, or you won't see her tomorrow," Alexander threatened.

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Abigail was pissed and shot back, "Why do you keep her locked up at home every day? She's already sick. Aren't you worried her situation will get worse?"

"That's not your concern. Don't make me say it a third time. Abigail, if you keep doing things your way, you'll face the consequences," Alexander warned coldly.

Even through the phone, Abigail could feel the chill in his voice.

Alexander didn't say anything else and hung up after the warning.

Abigail sighed in frustration and turned to look at Quinn behind her. "Quinn, do you want to go back?"

Quinn was lying on her back, holding her tightly but already half-asleep.

"Quinn?" Abigail asked again.

Quinn slowly woke up, groggily lifting her head. "What did you just say?"

"I'll take you back," Abigail said, noticing how unusual it was for her to fall asleep on a motorcycle.

Quinn rubbed her eyes and mumbled, "I want to sleep."