Love Unspoken

Abigail's voice was urgent. "Oliver, it's not about that. I've been trying to reach Quinn, and she's not answering. Can you call Alexander and check on her?" Oliver, already irritated, snapped back. "You're in enough trouble already, and now you're worried about someone else? Don't you want to get out?" Abigail was resolute. "I don't care about getting out. Just make sure Quinn's safe.."

Oliver paused, realizing the seriousness. Quinn was pregnant, and if Alexander had done something, it could push her over the edge.

"I'll call and ask around. Don't worry too much. Alexander might not cherish Quinn, but they grew up together. He wouldn't let anything happen to her."

Abigail scoffed. "Give me a break. That guy has no heart. How much do you think he actually cares?"

She was right. Alexander was heartless. If he truly loved Getty, he would have divorced Quinn and married her by now. Yet he kept Quinn around while entangling with other women.

"Okay, I'll ask," Oliver finally replied, cutting her off before hanging up. Then, he dialed Alexander's number.

Alexander picked up this time, leaving Oliver unsure of how to broach the subject.

"What's this about?"

spoke with a touch of unease, "Abigail can't reach Quinn and is

seconds before Alexander's mocking voice floated through, "Well, has the Vanderbilt

Alexander. Cut it out. Abigail and Quinn are friends. It's only natural that she

don't either. You'd better keep an eye on

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