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.

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. The assistant looked at Quinn with a complex expression. "Why would you provoke Getty? In this company, everyone is fair game except her. Didn't Kyle warn you when

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smile playing on her lips. 'Yes, Getty is the

secretary's voice echoed as she bent down to gather the scattered items.

her gratitude with a look of thanks. After the secretary left, Quinn remained silent for a long while before finally bending down to lift

Quinn managed to crouch down and place the box on the floor. She rolled up her pants to

app and requested a ride. Dragging her weakened body outside the company, she waited for the car. She removed her