Love Unspoken

Growing impatient, Quinn tugged at his sleeve again. "Let's go."

Alexander said, "You're sick and still in the hospital. We'll talk about it when you get better."

"I'm not sick!"

"Are you a doctor?"

Quinn shook her head..

"The doctor said you're sick. Who do you trust, the doctor or yourself?"

Quinn hesitated, pondered for a moment, and then said reluctantly, "The doctor."

"That's right." Alexander pulled her back to the bed. "You need to rest and get better first. We'll talk about it later."

"Okay, but remember to take me home," she said. Maybe when she got better, she could see her mom and dad at home. "Okay."

Quinn grinned, showing her white teeth. She got back into bed and pulled the covers over herself.

Alexander didn't stay long. Seeing her so well-behaved, he left.

As he reached the door, he heard Quinn's voice behind him, "Don't forget to take me home."

Alexander paused for a moment but didn't respond. He walked out.

After Alexander left, Quinn felt an itch in her throat, and she coughed a few times.

But the more she coughed, the worse it got. She covered her mouth with one hand and her stomach with the other, coughing for a long time.

When she finally stopped coughing, she opened her hand and saw a patch of bright red blood.

Seeing the alarming blood, Quinn got panicked and quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe the blood off her hand.

While wiping the blood, her tears streamed down her cheeks.

So she was really sick, coughing up blood.

It took a lot of tissues for Quinn to clean the blood off her hand. She then thew the bloody tissues into the trash can.

Back in bed, she saw her phone on the bedside table.

Holding the phone, Quinn dialed her parents' number over and over again, trying every number she could remember, but no one answered.

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Quinn felt a bit discouraged. She put the phone down, leaned against the headboard, and gazed out the window.

Outside, it was raining. The heavy rain washed over the glass, blurring the outside world a blur and making it impossible to see clearly. She really wanted to go home.

Meanwhile, after leaving, Alexander ran into Walter at the corner.

Besides Walter, there was also a doctor.

The doctor was talking to Walter about Peanut's condition.

Peanut was too young and had inhaled too much smoke. Although they managed to save his life, he might have intellectual disabilities in the future. "Intellectual disabilities?"

The doctor sighed. "Yes, the baby's organs are not fully developed. Having suffered such a great trauma, it's a miracle that he survived." Walter, however, didn't react much; he didn't care about the child's life at all.

"I understand."

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After signing, the doctor left.

Walter turned and saw Alexander. the atmosphere between the two was somewhat tense.

They went to the infant ward. Peanut was lying in bed, wearing a respirator, with various wires attached to his body.

It looked similar to Getty's condition.

Walter said, "Alexander, you're creating suffering."

"It has nothing to do with me."

"You can't deny your involvement. If you hadn't provoked Dorothy, she wouldn't have done something so crazy."

"If you had come back a little later, you would have seen countless bodies, including Quinn and your mother."

Alexander looked at the baby in the bed without any expression, pondering for a long time.

Then he turned slightly to look at Walter, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"What are you going to do with this child?" he asked.