Love Unspoken

"Why won't she respond to my messages?" The question hung in the air, unanswered.

Alexander had taken her phone, and the voice on the other end of the line assured Abigail. She was told to stop worrying, to stay home, and that things were being handled. The call ended abruptly, leaving Oliver staring at his phone, his finger hovering over Alexander's contact. He hesitated, ultimately deciding against making the call.

He had no right to confront Alexander, not after he had trespassed in his home.

After what felt like an eternity, but was in reality only half an hour, Quinn was wheeled out of the hospital room. Oliver rushed to her side, his heart pounding in his chest. He turned to the doctor, his voice choked with worry, "How is she?" "She fainted due to arrhythmia," the doctor explained, "but luckily, she was brought in on time. Can you tell me what happened to her?"

Oliver couldn't divulge the details to the doctor. Instead, he asked, "And the baby?"

"The baby is fine," the doctor assured him. "She's just a little shocked and needs to rest. Make sure she avoids stress in the future."

A wry smile tugged at Oliver's lips as the doctor unknowingly painted him as the villain, taking the fall for Alexander's actions.

Meanwhile, in his office, Alexander was alerted by notifications of the doorbell and code entry. He glanced at his phone before tossing it aside, uninterested.

over some documents to Alexander. He began to explain that they had cleared up the issue with the countries claiming their goods had safety issues, but he noticed that Alexander's attention was elsewhere.

trying to regain

murmured, snapping back

about going to

then asked, "Do you want to take a look at that report?" "Just leave it," Alexander replied dismissively, leaning back in his chair and lighting a cigarette with

off his game today. Then it hit him. Maybe

you go rest for a

smoke swirling around his fingers, before looking away and pushing his chair back. He reclined in his chair, closed his eyes, and

the report down, his mind churning. With Getty not around, it seemed Alexander had lost the will

consciousness slowly resurfaced. She stared blankly at the stark white ceiling for

her abdomen, relieved to

she had ended up in the hospital, she wondered if Alexander had released her. Thinking back to his unflinching demeanor as he

didn't linger in the hospital. She slipped out of bed and was fretting over how to return when she bumped into Oliver, who had just finished settling the

taken aback. "Why