Love Unspoken

A broad smile unfurled across Kaitlyn's face as her eyes fell upon Alexander's signature. Her joy, however, was short-lived. She noticed that Quinn's signature was still absent from the document. Her countenance fell, and she gestured to a servant standing nearby.

The servant, understanding her silent command, promptly approached Quinn, taking her gently by the arm. "Quinn, please accompany me," he requested.

With lips pressed tightly together, Quinn rose and moved to join Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn tossed the divorce papers back onto the table with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "Complete your signing," she commanded.

Quinn responded with a shake of her head and a flurry of hand gestures.

Kaitlyn's face twisted with impatience. "What are these gestures for? Sign the papers immediately!" she snapped.

Quinn, however, remained steadfast, shaking her head in refusal. She couldn't sign, not until she had ensured Juliet's safety.

Kaitlyn, uninterested in the nuances of Quinn's predicament, ordered the servant to force Quinn over the coffee table.

"Quinn, the Kennedys have supported you for years, going above and beyond our obligations," Kaitlyn stated, her voice cold. "Clinging to Alexander is futile. Sign the papers swiftly, or you won't leave this house today!" The servant, following Kaitlyn's orders, thrust a pen into Quinn's hand, urging her to sign.

Quinn stubbornly resisted, struggling to rise, only to be pushed back down by the insistent servant.

"Such a stubborn dummy," Kaitlyn sneered. "Alexander has already signed. What are you holding out for? Will you sign, or not? If you refuse, don't blame me for my lack of kindness!"

her eyes pleading as they

attempt to use those feminine wiles you employ on men with me; they won't work. Sign it! If you don't, I

woman as shameless as you, clinging to our family as if you belong. You've been nothing but a disgrace to the Kennedys," Kaitlyn spat, her gaze filled with contempt. "How could Ulysses bring home

no chance," Kaitlyn added,

wave of humiliation wash over her as Kaitlyn's venomous

to leech off the

that Quinn still refused to sign, Kaitlyn's anger flared. "You won't sign, huh? Evelyn

us for the complete

in understanding and

pocket, filled with needles of various sizes. Quinn's pupils contracted sharply at the sight of

retreat, but the servants seized her shoulders,

it, Quinn. Spare yourself the unnecessary suffering,"

needle, its sharp tip glinting ominously in Quinn's wide eyes, as

her voice barely

hearing Quinn's whispered protest, sat

sign, Quinn?" the Evelyn Reed

tears welling up in her eyes, her breaths coming in quick, shallow

finger and plunged the needle into her