Love Unspoken

Alexander said, "I gotta go," and turned to leave. Getty, barely holding back her frustration, shouted, "Alexander!" But he didn't even look back.

Getty was fuming. She'd just come back from the hospital, and he couldn't even offer a kind word.

Meanwhile, Alexander drove to the restaurant, only to find it closed and dark. He sat in his car, staring at the place. After a moment, he tried calling Quinn, but it went straight to voicemail.

Annoyed, he lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, then flicked it out the window before steering the car back towards the Villa.

Upon arrival, he found the Villa seemingly deserted. The bedroom was immaculate, with no indication that Quinn had returned. It suddenly occurred to Alexander that he had frozen Quinn's credit cards. Without funds, how could she have possibly made her way back?

Without wasting a moment, he dialed Kyle's number, stepping outside as he began to converse.

Elsewhere, after dropping Juliet off at her makeshift shelter-a tarp thrown over an old car frame near a dump-Quinn felt a wave of overwhelm wash over her. Juliet had mentioned that the shelter was a gift from the owner of the dump, a token of pity.

had just returned from a 24-hour convenience store and, upon stepping into the shelter, was met with an indescribable smell.

with a complex expression, her eyes filled with pity. She remembered when Juliet used to teach her to write, fold origami, and tell her bedtime stories. The Juliet in her memories should not be living like this. Juliet extended a hand to touch Quinn, but seeing the frail and dirty skin, she hesitated

are too nice to get dirty," Juliet murmured, her eyes welling up with tears as

to Juliet, "Don't

old woman's eyes as she attempted a feeble smile. "You don't need to, dear. You've got enough to deal with the Kennedys, and I'm not getting

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up the bed and then motioned to the elderly lady, "Would it be

for you, child. Don't trouble yourself," Juliet said, her voice cracking with

reassured her, shaking her head. "To me, it's cleaner

carrying within its layers

phone battery was depleted. Moreover, venturing out to flag down a cab at this ungodly hour was out of the question. Even if she managed to make it back, it would be to a home devoid of warmth or

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