Love Unspoken

Chapter 1501 Oliver didn't plan on keeping anything from Elliot, so he gave him a quick rundown and said, "She probably got spooked. Don't worry, she'll be alright in a few days." Elliot was quiet for a bit, then out of nowhere asked, "Who's Landon?" Oliver didn't see that coming. He paused before saying, "Honestly, I don't really know. Why do you ask?" "Just curious. It's weird that he'd go out of his way to save Abigail," Elliot replied.

Oliver sighed, "It's a long story. Just stick with Abigail. Your wedding's not even over yet." "Yeah, I know," Elliot said.

"If you don't have anything else going on, just stay here with her. I gotta take care of sstuff," Oliver said. Elliot nodded in agreement.

Oliver hesitated for a moment before leaving. He needed to get hand talk things over. Alvin and the others were probably freaking out. Oliver didn't want them running around like headless chickens, so he hadn't told them which hospital Abigail was in.

After Oliver left, Elliot stood by the door. He knew Abigail wasn't asleep, but he didn't want to bother her.

Abigail was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, feeling all kinds of restless. She grabbed her phone and saw a bunch of messages from Quinn.

She decided to call Quinn.

Quinn was in her bedroom, with Alexander helping her put sointment on her back. She couldn't reach the spot herself. Even though it was a bit awkward, Alexander insisted on helping. They'd been married for years, so it wasn't a big deal.

Abigail's call was a lifesaver for Quinn.

Quinn quickly answered, "Abigail, are you okay?" "I'm fine. What about you? Yesterday, I saw you stuck in the car with the fire, and I was scared out of my mind," Abigail said.

She still remembered trying to save Quinn, but sguy kept getting in her way. They ended up fighting, and she accidentally rolled down a slope.

She had no idea what happened after that. If it weren't for Quinn's messages, she would've thought Quinn had burned to death and wouldn't have dared to check her phone.

Quinn said, "I'm fine, don't worry. I heard you got bitten by a snake. What happened?" Abigail suddenly got all hesitant and stammered, "It's nothing. I'm fine. Just wanted to check on you. I'll hang up now." Before Quinn could say anything, Abigail quickly hung up. It seemed like she was scared Quinn would keep asking questions.

A cool sensation from the ointment on Quinn's back gave her goosebumps. She quickly pushed Alexander's hand away and pulled her shirt down. "That's enough. No need for more." Alexander paused, looked at her, but didn't push it. He screwed the cap back on the burn ointment and put it on the bedside table.

Then he said to Quinn, "You should avoid Abigail for a while." Quinn was shocked and turned to stare at him. Alexander hadn't said something like that in a long time, so it caught her off guard. Alexander said, "I don't mean anything bad. It's just that she's too dangerous right now." "What?" Quinn asked.

"You saw it yourself. She almost got herself killed in the fire. If you keep hanging out with her, who knows what might happen next. You're not alone now; think about Sprout and Brandy," Alexander explained. Quinn fell silent, not knowing what to say.

Alexander pulled her into his arms, gently stroking her hair. "Don't makeworry." Quinn stayed quiet.

Alexander wasn't asking her to completely cut off contact with Abigail, just to limit it for her own safety. She couldn't really argue with that.

He was right. Now that Quinn had kids, she had to think about their safety. If she went to see Abigail and something similar happened, she wouldn't be able to help.

After a bit, she reached out, wrapped her arms around Alexander's waist, and hugged him. "I get it." "Good," Alexander replied.

Sprout, sitting nearby, stared at them blankly for a while, then stood up from the bed.

Quinn noticed him out of the corner of her eye and quickly pushed Alexander away to pick up the little guy. Alexander smirked, giving Sprout a playful glare.

Now, in Quinn's heart, the two kids cfirst, followed by Calvin. Alexander's status had risen slightly, placing him just ahead of Abigail.

Quinn held Sprout and complained, "He's the most dangerous one now, always standing up and scaring everyone." Sprout couldn't stand steadily yet, but he kept trying, only to fall over each time. Despite several falls, he never learned his lesson.

If she neglected Sprout for a while, he'd stand up and fall again, leading to his heart-wrenching cries.

Alexander said, "It'll be better when he gets a bit older and can stand steadily." Quinn sighed, "It feels like it'll take forever. When will he grow up?" Alexander smiled, looking at Sprout with a complex expression. "Soon."

Quinn glanced at him again. Every tthey talked about hoping the kids would grow w Alexander quicklyalways showed this inexplicable melancholy. Could it be that he thought the kids wouldn't be cute once they grew up? She comforted Alexander, "It'll be easier when they grow up. We won't have to watch them all the time. It's a good thing."

"Kids becrebellious when they grow up, especially in their teenage years. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle Sprout," Alexander said. "Why do you always say that? Aren't you here?" Quinn asked. Alexander's expression beca bit dazed, and he smiled faintly. "I'll train him well." Quinn still found his words strange. It sounded as if he was preparing a product to hand over to her.

Quinn didn't want to talk about this anymore. She put Sprout on the bed. "Don't you have anything to do today?" "I don't feel like doing anything. Let's go out for a walk," Alexander suggested.

"Okay," Quinn agreed.

Although the burn was painful, Quinn didn't want to stay at hany longer. Going out for a walk might help distract her from the pain.

She packed up, put Sprout in the stroller, and headed out. Now, whenever they took Sprout out, they had to prepare a lot of stuff, which was quite a hassle.

The weather was warming up, and it was a beautiful day today. The trees along the road had sprouted new leaves, and the sidewalks were lush and green.

Alexander pushed the stroller, while Quinn held Brandy's hand. They walked along the road, with dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, creating a scene like an ink painting. Two adorable kids and their young, attractive parents always drew the attention of passersby. Breathing in the fresh air, Quinn felt her mood improve significantly.

Not far away, a car was parked by the roadside. The person inside was watching them, taking in the warm scene of the family.