Love Unspoken

Chapter 1531 Quinn walked into the hospital room and saw Abigail still out cold.

She plopped down next to her, wondering what was taking Alexander so long downstairs. What could they be talking about? After about twenty minutes, she felt a slight touch on her finger and whipped her head around. "You're awake!" she blurted out. Abigail blinked at Quinn, then slowly sat up. "Why are you here? Where's Oliver?" she asked.

"He's downstairs with Alexander. Are you hurt bad?" Quinn asked.

Abigail's eyes widened at the mention of Alexander. "Alexander is here?" "Yeah," Quinn nodded.

Before Quinn could say more, Abigail threw off the covers and tried to get out of bed. Quinn grabbed her arm. "What are you doing? You're still hooked up to an IV." "I need to see Alexander," Abigail said, yanking out the IV without a second thought, blood trickling down her arm.

Quinn was stunned but quickly pulled her back. "Why do you need to see Alexander? You can talk to me." Abigail sighed. "Thanks, Quinn. But I need to talk to Alexander directly. I don't want to drag you into this." If she went to Alexander, it would be between them. But if she involved Quinn, it would complicate things for everyone.

"Just rest for now. You can see him tomorrow. Besides, he's talking to Oliver. Maybe Oliver's already handling it," Quinn suggested. Abigail hesitated. "I'm scared it'll be too late." "It won't be. Don't stress. Landon hasn't woken up yet, and even if he does, the police won't take him right away," Quinn reassured her. Abigail finally gave in after a moment of silence.

Quinn helped her back into bed and called the doctor to reinsert the IV.

Then Quinn asked, "What happened? Can you tell me?" Abigail looked conflicted.

Quinn added, "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. No pressure." "I just don't know where to start. If I tell you, you won't laugh at me, right?" Abigail asked.

"Why would I laugh at you? I wouldn't," Quinn said.

Abigail took her hand, sighed, and started explaining everything that had happened over the past few days. Quinn listened, shocked.

She had thought Abigail would stick to her principles, but a few days on the mountain had changed her completely.

"Quinn, have I becan accomplice to Landon? Am I a terrible person?" Abigail asked.

Quinn shook her head. "No, don't think like that. What Landon did isn't your fault. Loving him isn't wrong, and neither is his love." "Love can't be judged by actions alone. Don't let his actions define the rightness or wrongness of love," Quinn continued.

Abigail hung her head, still confused.

She was used to seeing things in black and white. But now, everything was a mess.

After a while, she said, "Forget it. There's no point in dwelling on it. What's done is done." Quinn nodded. "Yeah, don't stress about it. Let the cops handle Landon. It's out of your hands." "Are they still talking?" Abigail asked.

"Just finish your IV first," Quinn insisted.

"Alright," Abigail agreed.

Quinn finally got Abigail to lie back down.

The doctor had mentioned that Abigail's wound was infected internally, even though it didn't show on the outside. If the IV didn't help, she might need another surgery. So, Abigail was still in a risky spot.

Quinn sat with her, listening as she talked. Exhausted from the past few days, Abigail eventually fell asleep mid- sentence.

Quinn stood up and left the room.

Alexander was waiting by the door, which startled her.

"What are you doing here?" Quinn asked.

"I didn't dare go in," Alexander said.

"Why?" Quinn asked, confused.

"Didn't want to get involved," Alexander replied.

Quinn opened her mouth but then said, "Let's go home. It's late." Sprout and Brandy were still at home, and with only Briar watching them, Quinn was worried.

Alexander nodded, took her hand, and they walked out of the hospital. Quinn asked, "Where's Oliver?" "Probably with Landon," Alexander replied.

"Is he awake?" Quinn inquired.

"Not sure," Alexander said.

Quinn knew Alexander well. He always pretended not to know anything, even when he did.

He probably didn't want to get involved in their affairs.

But because of his relationship with Abigail and her, he was in a tough spot.

So Quinn didn't say much. She understood now what Abigail meant by not wanting to put her in a difficult position.

Walking with Alexander was already awkward. Speaking up or staying silent both felt wrong.

It wasn't until they got in the car that Quinn couldn't help but ask, "What did you and Oliver talk about?" Alexander started the car and said indifferently, "What you want to talk about now." "How do you know what I want to talk about?" Quinn asked, surprised.

"Even a fool could guess," Alexander smirked.

Quinn smirked. Alright, given the situation, it could only be about Landon.

Alexander said, "Actually, there's a way for him to atone for his sins." "Really?" Quinn asked.

Alexander smirked. "Submit evidence voluntarily and expose Walter. I had previously obtained a list and m channels from Alistair. I submitted it anonymously, and now Landon can take credit for it. He can also confess to something that Alistair didn't. This is his chance to atone." "Walter," Quinn muttered.

Alexander chuckled. "Feeling sorry for Walter now?"

Quinn held her head, feeling overwhelmed. "Forget it, don't tell me.

I don't want to know. You guys I handle it." "You were the one who asked," Alexander reminded her.

"I won't ask anymore," Quinn said.

"Good. Remember that and don't ask next time," Alexander said.

Quinn pressed her face against the car window, watching the night scenery pass by, and sighed deeply.

It was indeed better not to know anything.

She didn't want to ask anymore. Pretending not to know would save her from the headache.

Alexander had also told Oliver about this plan, so the next day, Abigail didn't go to find Alexander.

What Abigail needed to do now was convince Landon.

Alexander's help wouldn't matter unless Landon was willing to accept it. Given Landon's stubborn nature, he probably wouldn't want Alexander's help.