Love Unspoken

Chapter 1433 Quinn waited until the evening to make a call.

When Alexander saw the number pop up on his screen, he knew exactly who it was.

He just stared at it, not picking up.

The call eventually ended on its own. Quinn didn't try again. Instead, she shot him a text: [I'm coming back to find you.] Alexander sighed, rubbing his temples, feeling worn out.

After a moment, more messages started coming in.

He picked up his phone and saw Quinn had sent a bunch of photos, sof Brandy and sof Sprout. There was even a video of Sprout.

In the video, Sprout was sitting on the bed, waving his arms and babbling at the camera. In the last couple of seconds, he reached out to grab the phone. As the screen went black, you could hear one word. "Dada." Alexander's eyes flickered, and his breath hitched. He gripped his phone so hard his knuckles turned white. After a long while, he replayed the video.

Sprout could call him Dada now.

Hearing that word made it real-he had a kid with Quinn.

He owed her so much. He never thought he'd have kids. With all the wrongs he'd done, he figured dying to atone was the best punishment.

But Sprout's arrival changed that.

'The worst punishment is dying in despair while still clinging to hope. Dying when you want to die isn't punishment, but dying when you want to live is. God doesn't forgive any sinner,' Alexander thought, closing his eyes. The phone slipped from his fingers, hitting the ground with a sharp sound.

Quinn didn't get a reply for a long time, and her messages seemed to vanish into thin air. So, she stopped sending more.

Just then, Landon texted her, asking to meet.

Quinn left Sprout with Abigail and went out alone to meet Landon.

It was dark outside, and snow was falling heavily, but the streets were still busy. Quinn made her way through the crowd to a café.

Landon was sitting by the window.

She walked straight over and sat down across from him. "Is the contract ready?" she asked.

Landon pulled out a file folder and handed it over. Quinn took out the thick contract and carefully looked it over. Everything was in order, and Landon had listed the three agreed-upon tasks in the additional agreement. Whether the tasks were completed or not, the contract would take effect in a year.

Quinn signed her nwithout a second thought, like she was signing away something trivial, not a company. Landon took the contract and couldn't help but tease her, "There's a reason why women haven't been allowed to rule throughout history." "Say whatever you want. Can you tellnow?" Quinn asked.

Landon put the contract away and looked at her calmly. "Do you know why I agreed to your first request?" "Why?" Quinn asked.

"Because even if I don't mess with him, he doesn't have long to live," Landon replied.

His words hit Quinn like a ton of bricks, leaving her stunned.

Countless images flashed through her mind, backing up his words. But she didn't want to believe him.

So she said, "I just signed the contract. Now you're making up this story to deceive me." "Hard to accept, isn't it?" Landon said, seeing right through her. "It's understandable. If you can't accept it, just think I'm lying." He pulled out another file folder and handed it to her. "This has everything on the Lynch family. You can go through it later." The folder was even thicker than the contract. Quinn took a quick peek and saw it detailed every member of the Lynch family and their activities.

Feeling overwhelmed, she decided to take it back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, she started going through the documents one by one.

Landon had shared everything he knew. She even found info about her brother.

Of course, she wasn't sure if it was all true.

Turns out, her surviving brother was none other than Obsidian Circle, the guy who had helped them in Municity.

The Lynch family used to be the Ethereal family. When they left, they took Quinn's badly injured brother with them. After he recovered, he started working for them in secret. No one had known where Obsidian Circle's power cfrom or what he was up to. Now Quinn knew.

He was helping the Lynch family sell arms.

The flood of information was too much for Quinn to handle all at once. She put the documents away and sat in the bathroom to calm down.

Fireworks were going off outside, but the hotel's soundproofing was top-notch. Only the colorful lights filtered through the windows.

Quinn turned her head to look at the fireworks. Amidst the dazzling display, she saw a purple light. Was that the Northern Lights Abigail had mentioned? But she wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. Her mind was a mess, still grappling with Landon's words.

Suddenly, she stood up and went to Abigail's room.

Abigail was startled when Quinn burst in. "What are you doing?" Quinn stood at the door, silent.

Abigail frowned. "What's wrong with you?" "I need to go back," Quinn said.

"Where?" Abigail asked.

"To find Alexander," Quinn replied firmly.

Abigail looked outside and then at Quinn's determined face. "Now?" Quinn nodded seriously.

Abigail sighed, at a loss for words.

They tried to hail a cab, but no one wanted to drive in the heavy snow with the roads closed, especially so late at night. Even offering more money didn't help.

Abigail tried to reason with her. "Calm down. It's not safe to travel-nowm Think about Sprout. You can't just ΕΠ disregard your safety and his." Quinn hesitated, looking at Sprout on the bed.

After a long silence, she finally calmed down and gave up the idea of leaving immediately.

She sat by the window, watching the fireworks outside all night.

Abigail watched her and couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.

They had cto have fun, but Quinn hadn't enjoyed herself, not even for a moment.

The next day, the snow stopped, and Abigail contacted several cars. Only one was willing to go.

Quinn didn't hesitate and immediately packed up to leave. The weather was still rough, and they wouldn't arrive until evening.

The timing was perfect; they'd get back just in tfor Christmas the next day.

Around 5 PM, Quinn returned to Iris Estates. Susan had gone back to the country, leaving the villa quiet while other places were bustling, Quinn's En and Alexander's houses were cold and desolate. Abigail had never been inside. She pointed to the cold house. "Is that Alexander's villa?" Quinn nodded. "Yeah." "Is Alexander not home?" Abigail asked.

Quinn stared at the villa for a moment, then suddenly turned and walked towards it.