Love Unspoken

Tears streamed down Getty's face as she clung to Alexander, her voice quivering with emotion. "Ask her! All I did was move a box. Why is she so angry? I merely mentioned her throwing my box, and she pushed me! If you're siding with her, then I suppose I'm out of luck!"

Upon hearing her words, Alexander's gaze shifted towards Quinn. Quinn had managed to rise from the ground, her face and clothes smeared with dirt, her eyes locked onto Alexander. She remained silent, understanding his decision the moment he had rushed to Getty's side. She knew that any words she uttered would be in vain.

"Can you stand?" Alexander asked Getty, his gaze averted from Quinn. Getty shook her head, a grimace of pain on her face. It was the second time she had twisted the same ankle. "I'll take you to the hospital," Alexander declared. "But what about my belongings?" Getty asked, clinging to his neck and casting a pitiful glance at Quinn, clearly unwilling to let the matter drop. Alexander turned back to Quinn. "Pick them up," he commanded.

Quinn's lips tightened, but she remained still. Without another word, Alexander summoned a female assistant. "Watch her. She's not to leave until she's picked everything up." With that, he hoisted Getty into his arms and carried her to his car, leaving Quinn alone in the parking lot.

Quinn stood there, dazed, watching as his car disappeared from the parking lot as though it had never been there. He would go to any lengths to keep Getty by his side, but when forced to choose between her and Getty, he always chose Getty.

was his twisted version of taking care of her for life, as he had once promised. Alexander was nothing more than a liar. Their relationship was a far cry from what it once was.

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bitter smile playing on her lips. 'Yes, Getty is the one he cherishes most.

you with that. Just remember this. Stay away from Getty from now on, do you understand?" The secretary's voice echoed as she bent down to gather the scattered items. Despite the sharp pain gripping her abdomen, Quinn

box aside somewhere. I'm heading back upstairs." Quinn nodded, expressing her gratitude with a look of thanks. After

floor. She rolled up her pants to reveal a shoe stained red with blood. Her fingers tightened around the box

out her phone but was unsure who to call. Eventually, she silently opened a ride-hailing app and requested a ride. Dragging her weakened body outside the company, she waited for the car. She removed her coat and placed it on