Love Unspoken

"Quinn, you..." The nanny's voice quivered with trepidation. They had acted out of desperation, merely hoping to pacify the child. However, a wave of panic washed over them as they realized the enormity of the situation - Quinn had lost two children, a tragedy instigated by Harold's mother.

Quinn raised her head, her gaze locking with theirs as she clutched the baby a tad tighter. The child began to cry again, his wails hoarse from incessant weeping. Perhaps her grip had tightened excessively.

"Quinn, please hand the baby back to us. We'll find a solution," the nanny pleaded, extending her hand once more, this time with the intent to reclaim the baby. But Quinn, cradling the child protectively, pivoted and started to walk away. She had barely taken two steps when she collided with a man's chest, instinctively recoiling.

"Mr. Dalton," the nanny exclaimed, relief washing over her. It was then that Quinn finally looked up to find Alexander Dalton standing before her, his face devoid of any emotion. Her fingers tightened around the baby's swaddle as she stared at Alexander.

Alexander glanced at the still-crying infant and inquired, "What's happening here?"

been quite fussy lately. We thought Quinn might be able to soothe him, but... she

Quinn. "Why are you

she planned to do. All she could think about were her own two innocent children, and a voice inside her insisted she had to do something to honor their memory. As for what that something was, she was at a loss. She just knew subconsciously that

baby," Alexander

tighter, took a step back, and refused. Alexander's expression hardened, his voice

arms, but Quinn held on tighter. Their struggle only amplified the baby's cries, the hoarse wails pulling at the heartstrings. "Quinn!" Alexander's voice was laced with anger, his fury

in his eyes mixed with concern for the baby, and her heart ached even more. He had never displayed such emotion when she had lost their child. The sympathy he now showed for Freya's child, while being

a wave of exhaustion wash over her, more intense than she

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