Love Unspoken

As soon as Quinn rolled up, she was unsurprisingly scolded by the doctor again.

"So, you just can't quit smoking, huh? The patient doesn't give a damn about his health, and you, as his family, don't seem to either. What kind of caregiver are you?" the doc snapped. Quinn's eyelid twitched. She shot a look at Alexander, who was lounging on the bed, giving her that innocent puppy-dog stare.

Clenching her fists, Quinn snapped at the doc, "I'm not his family."

The doc looked surprised and then asked, "Then who are you to him?"

"A stranger," Quinn shot back.

"Where's his family then?" The doc, sensing something fishy, turned to Alexander. "Where's your family?"

Alexander pulled out a marriage certificate from his pocket and handed it over. "I don't know where she went. Doc, can you help me find her?"

The doc took the certificate, glanced at it, and then looked at Quinn, whose frown was getting deeper by the second.

As expected, after reading the certificate, the doc laid into Quinn again.

He stressed, "Even if you two are having issues, you can't just leave him hanging. If it's really impossible, hire a caregiver."

to Alexander. "Quit smoking. If you light up again,

certificate back

barely keeping her cool, glared at Alexander. "You did this on purpose,

open the window." Quinn gave him a skeptical look. It wasn't the first

Where'd you get the cash for

from the park downstairs,"

you get the

always carry it with me. Is that a

forehead veins throbbed. She couldn't come up

him from pulling this stunt again, she stepped forward to snatch them away. But

and glared at

come see me then?"

you'll never see

them to you, you

unsure of how to respond. She was fuming inside and

set off the smoke alarm, the hospital would keep calling her. If she didn't answer, they'd keep at

that marriage certificate. If he got hauled to the police station, she wouldn't be able to dodge