Love Unspoken

The pallor of Mr. Seward's face was a stark contrast to the rage that consumed him.

Getty, her fingers entwined with Alexander's, leaned in to whisper, "Darling, let's depart. This is not a big matter." Her fear was palpable, a dread that the secret passenger in their vehicle would be revealed once Quinn made her appearance. She had faith in Alexander's defense, but the gnawing guilt made her feel unworthy. The thought of sharing the same space with Quinn was unbearable.

Alexander cast a sidelong glance at Getty, "You should leave first. I won't accompany you."

Getty's grip tightened instinctively. "No, I want you to escort me."

"Listen to me, alright?" Alexander's voice was soft, but his eyes held an unspoken warning.

Getty's frustration was evident. She gritted her teeth, refusing to back down, "Then I'll wait here with you."

"Suit yourself." Alexander's indifference was palpable.

He had no intention of waiting for Preston any longer. He swung open the driver's door and slid into the seat. Getty, not to be left behind, quickly opened the passenger door and climbed in. Alexander frowned, casting a sidelong glance at her.

With a nonchalant air, Getty buckled her seatbelt and offered Alexander a reassuring smile, "Don't worry about me. I don't need you to take me home. I'll accompany you."

was

you certain you wish

there a problem? I haven't seen you in

held her gaze for a moment before averting his eyes and

gone long when Preston

door and walked towards his father, "Dad,

Mr. Seward brandished a belt, striking Preston across

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"Ah!"

glared at his father. "Dad! Have you lost

rage, pointed the belt at him, "You good-for-nothing! Always causing trouble for me, I could kill you!" With that, he swung the belt again. This time, Preston didn't stand still for the beating. He turned and fled, shouting, "Dad! There was someone in the car, why won't you believe me? I was trying to save her!" "Silence! You're nothing but a nuisance, always associating with those imbeciles! I can't believe you're my

of the onlookers. This wasn't the first time Mr. Seward's son had stirred up trouble. Mr. Seward was known for

now, Mr. Seward had abandoned the struggle for dignity. What

to intrude into Alexander's car and even taken his "dog." Mr. Seward was