Love Unspoken

Alexander shot Oliver an irritated glance. "You ask too many questions."

"I just care about you." Oliver shrugged.

Alexander laughed. "Isn't it a bit late to care now?"

Oliver was taken aback. He knew Alexander was talking about the will incident. Back then, Alexander almost ended up in prison, and everyone distanced themselves from him.

But Oliver had no choice. Alexander had schemed against Abigail, and Alvin held a grudge. When Alexander was in trouble, Alvin wouldn't let his kids get involved. Not kicking him while he was down was the best Alvin could do. As for helping him, that was out of the question.

Luckily, Alvin didn't kick him while he was down. Otherwise, Alexander wouldn't be here now and help them find Abigail. Those who did kick him while he was down must be feeling uneasy now. Alexander was vengeful, and those who crossed him would face his wrath.

Oliver sighed and apologized. Alexander patted his shoulder. "No need to apologize. Protecting yourself was the right move. Not helping was also right. I was afraid you might make things worse." Oliver laughed in exasperation. "You're really confident."

"Alright, I'm going to check elsewhere. Call me if you have any news." Alexander turned and left with Kyle.

Watching him go, Oliver sighed. Ryan, who had been silent, spoke up. "Is his conflict with Landon still not over?"

Oliver shook his head. "I don't know. It should be over soon."

Ryan began to worry about Orion. He thought, 'Orion, if you're still alive, I hope you don't provoke Alexander again.'

If Landon was defeated, Alexander would control the Kennedy Group. Given that he had already taken over the Wilson family, he'd become even more unscrupulous with no one to restrain him.

In a dazed sleep, Quinn dreamed of Abigail and Orion falling off the overpass to save her. She woke up in a panic, gasping for breath, her forehead covered in sweat.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

After a while, Quinn calmed down and hurriedly searched for her phone. She found her old phone in a cabinet, but it was off. She turned it on and called Abigail's number, but it was off. She called Orion, but it was off too. Frantically flipping through the phone book, she didn't know who to call.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened, scaring Quinn so much she dropped her phone. She knelt on the ground, looking up in panic. It was Alexander. He seemed to have just come back, carrying a chill, and hadn't taken off his coat. He walked over and saw the phone on the ground. Quinn quickly picked it up and hid it behind her, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Don't take my phone away."

Alexander reached out, grabbed her arm, and helped her up. "I'm not taking your phone. You can't leave anyway." He pulled two tissues from the bedside table and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Did you have a nightmare? You're sweating so much."

He acted naturally, as if nothing had happened. Quinn grabbed his sleeve, her voice trembling. "Where is Abigail? Is she okay?"

Alexander replied, "She's been found and is alive."

After reviewing all the surveillance footage, they found Abigail and Orion in a nearby town. They had fallen into the river, and a passing boat had rescued them and taken them to a nearby hospital. Because there were no cameras on both sides of the river, it took all night to find them through various surveillance cameras.