Love Unspoken

Chapter 1259

Landon slumped against the tree, eyes barely open. "You should bounce. Just keep walking down this road. When you hit a fork, go straight. At the third fork, hang a left, and you'll find a village." Abigail gave him a weird look.

He looked like he was ready to be taken out. He'd just tried to off her, but now he seemed totally done. The sudden switch-up left Abigail kinda shook.

"Weren't you just trying to kill me? And now you're letting me go?" Abigail asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "You don't have some other trick up your sleeve, do you?"

Landon cracked his eyes open, turned his head to look at her, and with effort, touched the wound on his side.

He stared at the blood on his fingers. "Suddenly, I'm feeling kinda wiped."

"Is this what it feels like when you're about to kick the bucket?" he muttered, almost to himself. Abigail slowly lowered the rock in her hand. He'd been bleeding out for a while, and it was a miracle he was still standing. He'd just made a big move, using up the last of his strength. He had to be at his limit.

"Who told you to make a move just now?" Abigail said.

Landon let out a bitter laugh. "You're right. I'm not as good as him. I can't beat him, and Walter's played me over and over."

such a screw-up," he

moment, not sure what to

was a total jerk, seeing him like this made

Abigail said, reaching out to unbutton his shirt

around, and even if there was, the wound had split

could only do a quick fix, using the clean side

just wanted to understand why Wayne thought he was

paused and looked up

real son, and I hated him even more. He wasn't even blood, yet he took everything that should've been mine. Wayne treated someone else's kid like his own, gave him everything, while I got nothing and had

Abigail's face, and said weakly, "I'm not a good guy, and neither is he. He's even worse. He already has everything from the Kennedy family

it, not saying a

If it weren't for Quinn, she wouldn't have

she couldn't judge the beef between

a knot in the bandage, and tightened it around the wound, hoping to stop

giving up on killing him