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Love Unspoken

Chapter 1432
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Chapter 1432 Sprout grabbed onto her sleeve, trying to say something that sounded like "Dada" or "Mama." Quinn couldn't quite figure it out. Quinn decided to go with "Mama." "Good boy," she said, giving his cheek a little pinch. "Say it again." "Dada," Sprout mumbled.

Quinn handed him back to Abigail. "I'm going to bed. You take him." Abigail burst out laughing. "What a little rascal. See, you made your Mama sad." Sprout didn't get it and pouted, trying to climb back onto Quinn.

"You take him. Maybe he'll call you 'Mama' soon," Abigail said, patting Sprout's bottom and getting up. "I'm off to bed." Abigail headed to her room, leaving Sprout and Quinn staring at each other.

Quinn glared at Sprout, who had no clue what he'd done and kept trying to snuggle into her arms.

Quinn picked him up again, staring at his face. "I'll give you one more chance. Say 'Mama."" Sprout opened his mouth, drooling. "Dada." Quinn put him back on the bed. "Go find your Dada!" Sprout pouted, not sure if he understood or sensed that Quinn was mad, and started crying.

The crying was so loud it probably reached the next room.

Quinn rubbed her forehead in frustration and had to pick him up to calm him down.

She lay on the bed, patting his back, and soon fell asleep herself.

Not long after, she was woken up by Sprout pulling her hair. Feeling helpless, she got up to change his diaper and feed him formula.

Taking care of Sprout at night meant never getting a full night's sleep. It had been this way for a long time. Only when dawn was approaching and Sprout fell asleep could Quinn finally get srest.

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When Quinn woke up, it was almost noon. She got up, washed up, and took out her phone to video call Olivia. Brandy must be almost two years old by now.

Olivia answered the video call. "Mrs. Kennedy, are you coming back?" Quinn hesitated, not knowing how to answer. She said, "We'll see. Where's Brandy?" "Watching TV," Olivia replied, switching the video to the rear camera and showing the living room. Brandy was quietly sitting on the couch watching cartoons. "I'll give her the phone," Olivia said, handing the phone to Brandy, telling her it was a call from Quinn.

Brandy immediately turned her head, showing a bright smile.

"Mama," Brandy called sweetly.

Quinn smiled slightly. "What are you doing?" "Watching TV." Brandy's speech was still a bit unclear, but she could express herself well. She didn't ask when Quinn would cback, only about her brother.

Quinn turned the video to the sleeping Sprout. "He's sleeping." Brandy stared at Sprout for a while. "He's drooling." "Yes, Brandy, do you miss me?" Quinn asked.

Brandy was silent for a moment and then nodded honestly.

Quinn felt a bit guilty. Since returning from Las Vegas, she had been in the hospital. After being discharged, Olivia had been taking care of Brandy. Only during the last six months of her pregnancy had Brandy been with her. Brandy never asked for anything or made any demands. She stayed so quietly by Quinn's side every day that she was easily overlooked.

Quinn asked her, "Christmas is coming. Is there any gift you want?" Brandy shook her head again.

"How about I bring you a gift when I cback?" Quinn offered.

"Okay," Brandy replied.

"Good girl. I'm not out here for fun. I'm trying to find Dada. When I cback, he'll be with me, and we'll all be together, okay?" Quinn said. Brandy's eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. "I'll be good." Quinn forced a smile.

They chatted for a while. Even though Brandy didn't ask for anything, Quinn decided to send her sgifts.

Brandy had only seen Alexander in photos and knew he was very handsome. She often wondered what it would be like to meet him in person.

With Quinn's promise, Brandy's hopes grew even more. She looked forward to the day her parents would cback, and they could be together as a family.

Quinn ended the call and asked Abigail to help pick out gifts for Brandy.

Little girls like pretty clothes, jewelry, and dolls. Quinn wasn't sure what Brandy liked, so she bought everything she saw for kids.

Abigail, loaded down with bags, sighed in exasperation, "Isn't this enough? We have these things back htoo. Think aboutfor a change, not just your daughter!" Quinn paused. "How about you carry Sprout then?" "Fine, forget it. What else do we need to buy? Hurry up," Abigail urged.

Quinn grinned at her. "Thanks for your hard work." Abigail rolled her eyes. "Hurry up!" They scoured all the nearby specialty stores until they couldn't carry any more.

With two days left until Christmas, the place was getting busier and more crowded. But sending things was convenient, as most tourists weren't locals, so there were many international shipping options.

While filling out the shipping forms, Abigail said, "No matter how many won't be as good as gifts you send, it won' getting Alexander on a video call.

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Brandy is two years old and hasn't seen him. If you video call on moon." The content is on Christmas, Brandy would be over the novelenglish.net! Quinn paused and looked at Abigail. "You have a point, but I've told Alexander I went back." "Do you think Alexander doesn't know it? You're really underestimating him," Abigail remarked. Quinn fell silent, unable to argue with that.

Maybe Alexander's situation gave her the impression that he was out of touch.

"You're right. Let's go back tomorrow," Quinn suggested.

"No cars available!" Abigail exclaimed, frustrated.

Quinn sighed. It was okay. With money, they could always find a way.

She asked Kyle for Alexander's phone number.

After all this time, she didn't even have Alexander's number.

Kyle told Quinn he didn't have it either.

Furious, Quinn questioned, "Kyle, if you don't have his number, what are you doing there?" "Mrs. Kennedy, I—" Kyle stammered.

Before he could finish, Quinn cut him off. "If you don't givethe number, don't callanymore. Delete my En contact and don't reach out again." "Fine. I'll give it to you," Kyle replied helplessly.

He had no choice. How he wished he knew nothing.

Soon, he sent Quinn Alexander's number.

Looking at the unfamiliar number, Quinn held back her desire to call and decided to add him on Facebook first.

However, when she searched, there was no result. Did he not register?