Love Unspoken

A loud crash resounded as the bottle shattered into pieces. The liquid, mixed with the blood, blurred Abigail's vision. Everything happened so quickly that no one had time to react; none of them expected her to be so cruel to herself. "Abigail!" Oliver quickly supported the staggering Abigail, worried and angry. "Why did you do that?"

Leaning against him, Abigail steadied herself for a bit and then looked at Alexander. "Happy? I'll do it again if you want."

With that, she reached for another bottle, but Oliver stopped her.

Oliver was furious. He glared at Alexander with reddened eyes. "Alexander, we've known each other for almost thirty years. You really wanna do this? There's no going back."

Meanwhile, Quinn hurried to Abigail. Seeing the blood on Abigail's forehead, Quinn was filled with guilt, tears welling up in her eyes.

Abigail said to her weakly, "Why are you here?"

At the sight of Quinn, Alexander frowned. "Who told you to come?"

corner said uneasily, "It's

Getty, who raised her chin and met Quinn's

and signed, "Sorry. It's all my fault. Please forgive

heck? I can't read it," Getty

wanted to stir things up more. Ideally, Alexander and Oliver would turn on each other. If word got out, no

shook his arm. Instead of acting cute, she was more

Oliver, who pressed

arm, fearing he might go

down her cheeks, making her particularly pitiful. She signed, "Alexander, I won't go to work anymore. Never again. Please... Just let Abigail off, Okay?" Alexander stared at her slender fingers. Of all the sign languages she had signed,

room was eerily quiet. Even the

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groveled in front of Alexander, making