Love Unspoken

A loud crash resounded as the bottle shattered into pieces. The liquid, mixed with the blood, blurred Abigail's vision. Everything happened so quickly that no one had time to react; none of them expected her to be so cruel to herself. "Abigail!" Oliver quickly supported the staggering Abigail, worried and angry. "Why did you do that?"

Leaning against him, Abigail steadied herself for a bit and then looked at Alexander. "Happy? I'll do it again if you want."

With that, she reached for another bottle, but Oliver stopped her.

Oliver was furious. He glared at Alexander with reddened eyes. "Alexander, we've known each other for almost thirty years. You really wanna do this? There's no going back."

Meanwhile, Quinn hurried to Abigail. Seeing the blood on Abigail's forehead, Quinn was filled with guilt, tears welling up in her eyes.

Abigail said to her weakly, "Why are you here?"

At the sight of Quinn, Alexander frowned. "Who told you to come?"

Victoria in the corner said uneasily, "It's me..."

Quinn quickly walked towards Getty, who raised her chin and met Quinn's gaze provocatively.

After a few seconds, Quinn bowed to her and signed, "Sorry. It's all my fault. Please forgive me, Ms. Morgan."

"What the heck? I can't read it," Getty muttered in dissatisfaction.

Apology was Quinn's most common sign language, and Getty knew it well. She just wanted to stir things up more. Ideally, Alexander and Oliver would turn on each other. If word got out, no one in Amber Bay would dare underestimate her again.

Hearing her words, Quinn walked over to Alexander, crouched down, and shook his arm. Instead of acting cute, she was more like pleading.

Seeing that, Abigail was about to go over but was held back by Oliver, who pressed a tissue to her wound. Soon, it was soaked with blood.

Getty tightened her grip on Alexander's arm, fearing he might go soft on Quinn.

Quinn looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks, making her particularly pitiful. She signed, "Alexander, I won't go to work anymore. Never again. Please... Just let Abigail off, Okay?" Alexander stared at her slender fingers. Of all the sign languages she had signed, his name was the one she signed most skillfully.

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All eyes were on Quinn as she groveled in front of Alexander, making a fool of herself in front of Getty, her rival in love.

After a few seconds, Alexander withdrew his hand and no longer looked at Quinn.

He turned to Getty and said tenderly, "I'll take you back to the hospital."

Getty said coquettishly, "My foot hurts. Carry me."

Hearing that, he bent down and picked her up right to Quinn's face. Getty wrapped her arms around his neck and glanced at Quinn provocatively as if saying, "See? You mean nothing to him." Watching them as they left, Quinn swayed slightly and then collapsed to the floor.

"Quinn!"