Love Unspoken

Abigail shot Quinn a skeptical look.

Quinn tugged her inside, saying, "Don't just stand there. Con in." Abigail trailed behind, her eyes darting around curiously. "Why didn't you go out with them?" she asked. "Didn't feel like it. Decided to stay hand sort through their clothes," Quinn replied.

Even though Briar was a great help, Quinn felt better handling the kids' stuff herself.

"Kids grow so fast. Their clothes get small in no time. I've saved all the outgrown ones for you," Quinn added. Abigail's face tightened, and she snapped, "Why are you saving them? Are you jinxingto have kids?" Quinn paused, then turned back with a grin. "Well, if you don't want them, someone else can use them." "Someone else? Who else are you saving them for?" Abigail asked, confused.

"I don't know," Quinn shrugged.

"It's just a few clothes. It's not like others can't afford them," Abigail said, brushing it off.

Quinn sighed and pulled her to sit on the couch. She stared at Abigail for a moment. "Abigail, you seem a bit bored. Why don't you find a job?" she suggested.

Abigail was taken aback, then her eyes lit up. "You're right. I've felt like something was missing, and now I realize it's because I don't have a job." "What do you want to do?" Quinn asked.

"I don't know," Abigail admitted.

She had never worked before and was used to her freedom. The thought of suddenly working in a company felt unbearable.

She propped her chin on her hand and sighed. "I'll think about it." "Since you're not doing it for the money, why not talk to Orion? He's doing pretty well now," Quinn suggested.

"I almost forgot about him. He's in Sylvadora, right?" Abigail asked.

"Yeah," Quinn confirmed.

Abigail nodded in agreement. "Not a bad idea. If I can't find a job, I'll go to him." Quinn stared at Abigail for a while. She could tell that Abigail seemed lost and directionless, agreeing with whatever she said.

'Probably just bored,' Quinn thought.

Quinn was busy with the kids and didn't have tfor such thoughts.

"Alright, don't overthink it. There's always a solution to problems. Life is short, just a few decades. Do what you want and don't waste your youth on trivial things," Quinn advised. Abigail rested her chin on her hands, still looking confused. "What do you mean by trivial things?" she asked.

"Like now, wasting tdoing nothing and not knowing what you want. It's just wasting time," Quinn explained. Abigail frowned and didn't speak.

After a while, she said gloomily, "You're right, but I don't know what I want to do." "It's because you have unresolved issues or unfinished business," Quinn suggested. Abigail waved her hand. "Alright, stop. The more you talk, the more confused I get." "Okay, let's go for a walk," Quinn proposed.

"Sure," Abigail agreed.

Quinn stood up and went out with Abigail.

It was a beautiful day. The trees along the road had sprouted new leaves, creating a green canopy.

Abigail soon complained of being tired. She was both mentally and physically exhausted. The stab wound from last thad taken a toll on her.

She saw a bench by the road and quickly sat down. "I can't walk anymore," she said.

Quinn gave her a strange look.

Abigail looked genuinely worn out, but they'd only been walking for like ten minutes. When did her stamina get so bad? Quinn asked, worried, "You okay?" Abigail pressed the spot where she was previously injured, her face pale. "I'm fine, just tired. Guess I'm really getting old," she said. Quinn smirked, clearly not buying it.

She sat down next to Abigail. "Is it because the snake bite hasn't healed?" "Yeah," Abigail replied.

Though she answered every question, Quinn could tell her responses were mostly half-hearted, making Quinn feel a bit drained.

After sitting for a while, Quinn suddenly saw Alexander coming back with Sprout and Brandy.

Alexander was carrying Sprout, with Brandy walking beside him, bathed in the sunset, creating a picturesque scene.

Alexander approached them and asked, "Why are you sitting here?" Quinn stood up. "Oh, we went for a walk. You're back already?" she said.

Alexander nodded and glanced at Abigail.

Abigail sighed. "You guys go back. I'm heading out." She got up and walked away without giving Quinn a chance to speak. Quinn watched her leave, opened her mouth, and finally sighed helplessly. "What's up with you two?" Alexander asked.

Quinn shook her head. "I'm fine. She seems to have something on her mind." Alexander glanced at Abigail, then quickly looked away. "Let's go back." Quinn nodded. "Letcarry Sprout." "I'll do it. Sprout's heavy," Alexander insisted.

Sprout was over 20 pounds now. Quinn couldn't carry him for long anymore.

'Men are definitely stronger,' Quinn thought. Alexander had carried Sprout for a walk and still looked unfazed.

So, she turned to hold Brandy's hand.

They headed back home.

Abigail had left early. Thinking about Abigail's earlier state, Quinn couldn't help but worry.

She could vaguely guess what might be bothering Abigail, but she couldn't help her.

Two days later was Sprout's birthday.

They didn't invite anyone over, but many people sent gifts, including Abigail and Walter.

When the package first arrived, Quinn didn't know who sent it becausen there was $ was sendername/But seeing the En sender's address, it could only be Walter. In Arcturus, the only person who knew Sprout's birthday was Walter.

She opened the package and found quite a few things inside: a set of gold jewelry, gold earrings, a gold bracelet and a gold anklet, along with a set of building blocks. Alexander watched from the side, his face not looking pleased. "Who can't afford these things?" he muttered. Quinn silently put the gifts back in the box, awkwardly explaining, "These are from Calvin." "Isn't that package from Calvin?" Alexander asked.

Quinn then noticed another box. She quickly grabbed scissors to open it.

Inside were six or seven different toy guns, along with toy cars, planes, cannons, and various military toys, totaling over fifty items.

When she took them out, they formed a small mountain.

This was definitely Calvin's style. Quinn suddenly found Walter's gold jewelry more acceptable.

"Calvin is so enthusiastic. Did he send every weapon he knows?" Quinn remarked.

Alexander picked up a gun, studied it || for a moment, and d nodded inom approval "Well-made. With different materials, they could be real guns."