Love Unspoken

The doctor extended his hand, offering the phone to Quinn. She accepted it, her fingers lightly brushing against his as she took the device. Unlocking it, her eyes quickly scanned the screen, confirming her suspicions. A string of messages from Abigail filled the display.

Abigail's words were filled with concern and curiosity, questioning the duration of Quinn's journey to Hamilton, her current location, and the reason behind her silence. She also inquired if anything untoward had occurred.

Quinn meticulously read each message, her lips pressing together in a tight line. She began to craft a response to Abigail.

"Forgive me, Abigail. I've returned home. I won't be journeying to Hamilton."

Meanwhile, Abigail remained at the rest stop, her eyes scanning the message. She paused, a spark of anger igniting within her.

Abigail responded, "What do you mean?"

Quinn could almost feel the heat radiating from Abigail's words. She closed her eyes momentarily, gathering her thoughts. When she opened them again, her fingers danced across the screen, "I've come to realize that I can't abandon him." "I'm sorry, Abigail," she typed, her heart heavy with regret. "Please, take care of yourself. If the opportunity arises, I'll apologize in person."

Having sent the messages, Quinn's hand dropped to her side, her strength seemingly drained. A veil of tears blurred her vision.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

She had yearned to leave Amber Bay, to explore the world alongside Abigail, whether as a nomad or a world traveler. Anything seemed preferable to a lifetime tethered to Alexander.

For two decades, her emotions, her life, every passing year had been consumed by him. His presence was inescapable.

She was Alexander's wife, a dummy of The Kennedys, their adopted child, the pitiful orphan. She was everything except herself.

Amber Bay felt like an invisible prison, chaining her to Alexander's side, forever barring her from the outside world. Yet, she was trapped, caged with no means of escape.

She could never justify crippling Abigail's freedom for her own liberation. Abigail could soar on her own, exploring the world on Quinn's behalf.

Abigail stared at the message for a long time, unsure of how to respond. Eventually, she composed a reply to Quinn.

"Forget it. It's your choice. I don't blame you. Just remember to take care of yourself. The path you've chosen is yours alone to tread from now on."

With a flick of her thumb, she sent the message and tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, her irritation palpable. She would return eventually, but that could be several years away. Several years could change everything beyond recognition.

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As Quinn read the message, a sharp sting pricked her nose, and tears began to fall. For a moment, she questioned whether she had saved Abigail or if Alexander had deliberately driven Abigail away. His sudden appearance after Abigail's departure, following a three-day absence, seemed too coincidental.

Quinn didn't want to dwell on it-she couldn't bear to. She knew she couldn't outmaneuver Alexander, especially when outsmarting Walter seemed an impossible task.

The doctor watched her, his heart heavy with sympathy. He sighed, unable to comprehend why Quinn was crying so desolately. He attempted to offer comfort, "Quinn, don't cry. It's not good for your health."

"You need to cheer up. It'll aid your recovery. If not, your condition will worsen," he added, his voice tinged with worry.

Quinn turned her gaze to the doctor, her tears streaming down her cheeks and soaking the pillow. Her desolation tugged at his heart, leaving him wondering how someone could fall into such despair. He blurted out, "You can't continue to mistreat yourself. It will shorten your life."

Just then, the door swung open, and Alexander entered.