Love Unspoken

Chapter 1563 Abigail sat across from them, watching them scarf down their food. She couldn't help but ask, "You guys haven't eaten in forever or what?" Calvin choked a bit, then calmly slurped his noodles and wiped his mouth. "Just two days." Abigail's eyebrow twitched.

She thought, 'Does he think a long tis a few months? Who can go that long without food?' She decided not to press him further. After a moment, she stood up and said, "I'm heading to bed. Make yourselves at home." Calvin waved her off and took another sip of his instant noodle soup.

Once Abigail was in her room, Calvin looked around. "Got any more? I need another cup." "Yeah," Cruz replied, grabbing a new cup of instant noodles from under his feet and prepping it.

Abigail peeked from her bedroom door, watching them for a while. Seeing them eat so much made her grimace. 'Aren't they worried about bursting?' she thought.

She had no idea what had happened to them. When she first met Calvin, he was so put-together.

They ended up eating six cups of instant noodles, four bags of chips, and downing four bottles of drinks, almost wiping out Abigail's stash.

After stuffing himself, Calvin sprawled on the sofa and pulled out the phone and wallet he had just swiped from sguy.

Before the guy could report it, Calvin dialed Quinn's number.

Quinn had just fallen asleep when her phone rang. Startled, she sat up and fumbled for it.

Alexander woke up too. He opened his eyes, saw her fumbling around, sighed, and reached under the pillow to find her phone. Quinn was momentarily stunned, then quickly grabbed the phone. It was an unknown number. 'Who'd callthis late?' she wondered.

Curious, she answered. "Hello, who is this?" "Quinn, it's me," Calvin's voice cthrough.

Quinn paused, then grinned. "Calvin! Where are you? Why couldn't I reach you?" "It's a long story. I'm fine, just wanted to let you know," Calvin replied.

"As long as you're okay. If anything happens, you have to tell me," Quinn said, concerned.

Calvin snorted. "What's the point? You gonna ask Alexander for help?" Quinn sensed something was off and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong with you?" "Nothing, forget it. I'm hanging up. This phone's stolen. Don't call back," Calvin said and hung up before Quinn could respond.

Quinn stared at the phone, lost in thought.

Alexander sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. "Was that Calvin?" Quinn nodded. "Yeah. Did something happen between you two?" Alexander leaned against the headboard, staring at her. After a moment of silence, he said, "Didn't he tell you?" "No, so what happened between you two? Just tell me!" Quinn pressed, anxious. Alexander's slow pace was driving her nuts. She feared a conflict between the two, which would put her in a tough spot. "I don't know," Alexander said.

Quinn was taken aback, looking at him in confusion. "What?" Alexander said, "I don't know. I thought he would tell you." Quinn wanted to say something, but her phone beeped. It was a text from the snumber.

There was no extra message, just a photo.

The photo was crammed with dense writing, so she had to zoom in to read it clearly.

As she read through it, her expression shifted gradually.

It took her a few minutes to finish the letter and another ten to process what it said. Alexander took the phone and read the letter too.

He was a bit surprised, but not much. It was pretty much what he had guessed.

Quinn turned to him. "This letter." "Looks like it's because of this letter," Alexander said.

"What do you mean? How many things are you hiding from me?" Quinn asked, utterly confused. Alexander hadn't told her what happened when he went to Arcturus.

Alexander handed the phone back to her and explained the whole story. Since Calvin had already sent the letter to Quinn, there was no need to hide it anymore.

After hearing it, Quinn was shocked. "You mean, Zeke was killed by Calvin." Her mind was spinning. Zeke was Alexander's biological father, and Calvin was Quinn's brother. Calvin had killed Alexander's father.

The Mellon family's downfall was aided by the Lynch family, who then adopted Calvin.

These complicated relationships and entanglements were so confusing that Quinn didn't know where to start.

Alexander pondered. "Apart from the blood relationship, Zeke and I were not really father and son. As for Wayne, we don't even have a blood relationship. So, I have nothing to do with them. You won't hold a grudge againstbecause of this letter, will you?" Quinn sighed, feeling a headache coming on.

She shook her head. "I'm a bit confused right now. Letthink it through." "Or, to put it another way, Calvin killed Zeke. Does that make us even?" Alexander asked.

Quinn remained silent. Personally, she agreed with Alexander. Everyone was andent individual, and Alexander knew nothing about the incident back then. What his grandfather did had nothing to do with him.

But from a family perspective, they were mortal enemies. Even if Quinn bore no personat grudge against Alexander, they shouldn't be sharing a bed right now. Alexander also sighed, and both of them fell silent. The atmosphere was quiet and eerie, with a faint gloom in the air.

Sthings were hard to explain.

For example, should Alexander now hate Calvin too? Revenge would only lead to endless retaliation.

Alexander suddenly got out of bed. "Think it over. I'll go to the study." Then, he turned and left the bedroom.

The sound of the door closing brought Quinn back to her senses. She turned to look at the bedroom door.

She couldn't sleep either.

Calvin's photo had once again disrupted their lives.

She didn't know what Calvin meant by sending that photo. She sat in the room for a while, then picked up her phone and called him.

But he didn't answer; his phone was already off.

She had no choice but to put down her phone and leave the bedroom.

She went to the room where Sprout was sleeping. She opened the door and went in. The small nightlighWas lit by a nightlight. Sprout and Brandy were lying on one bed, and Briar was sleeping on a single bed next to them. All three were sound asleep. Quinn sat down beside the two children, looking at them, lost in thought.

In fact, she was more worried about Calvin's safety than her future with Alexander right now.

If Calvin killed Zeke, he would be in serious danger now.