Love Unspoken

Only by divorcing Alexander could she have a baby of her own.

What happened last year when Quinn was pregnant came back to her. That day, she went home happily with the report, naively thinking that if she told Alexander and Kaitlyn that she was pregnant, their attitude would change, and Alexander would love her a bit more.

Yet the harsh reality was like a slap in her face, shattering her heart.

Alexander carelessly tossed the sheet, and it fluttered onto the sofa, just like her heart that sunk from heaven to the depths of despair.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "What a nuisance."

He didn't even consider her baby a life. For him, it was just an object.

Kaitlyn was even more ruthless. She had someone hold Quinn down and force her onto the operating table. With one injection of anesthesia, when Quinn woke up, all that was left was a lump of flesh and an empty shell of a body. The last thing she wanted was for the Kennedys to hurt her baby again. Therefore, this time, she decided to keep it from all of them.

She lay in the ward all morning, and by afternoon, her fever was gone.

Abigail accompanied her for a comprehensive check-up. The fetus was somewhat unstable, but everything else was fine.

"You're in the early stages of pregnancy, and you've gotta be careful. Well, your baby is a tough one. Just don't push your luck again, OK? Luck favors you once but not twice," the female doctor warned her seriously. Quinn knew what she was referring to. Embarrassed, she nodded, her ears burning.

The doctor prescribed her a bunch of meds for fetus protection, and she walked out of the hospital with them in her arms. The sky was nothing but fresh after the rain, and there was the taste of earth wafting through the air.

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She looked up at the sky and saw the sun hiding behind the clouds, faintly visible. A few wild geese circled, flew into the endless sky, and finally disappeared.

It seemed ages since the last time she had looked at the sky; she almost forgot how blue and vast it was.

Abigail offered to take Quinn back on her motorcycle but was stopped by Oliver, who took her home at last.

When they arrived, Quinn didn't get out of the car at once. Instead, she took out her phone, opened the memo, and showed him the words she had typed in advance. Quinn: [Mr. Vanderbilt, please keep my pregnancy a secret.]

He stared at the words for a moment and then looked at her, seeing the pleading in her eyes.

Then he said, "OK."

Quinn nodded in thanks. After that, she opened the car door and got out.

Back home, she placed the meds the doctor had prescribed in the drawer under the coffee table and took out the ultrasound report to examine it closely.

In the center of the image were two shapes. She gently caressed the indistinct form of her baby, unable to resist her smile.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

From now on, her life had a new meaning.

"What are you looking at?"

Just as she was lost in thought, a deep, charismatic voice sounded behind her.