Love Unspoken

Chapter 1277

Quinn gave a quick nod and followed the doc inside. There was a room just for changing clothes. She slipped into the room, threw on a cleanroom suit, and headed over to Sean's bedside.

The doc checked Sean out. His vitals were still super weak, like he could kick the bucket any second. Quinn stared at Sean, her eyes all sad and stuff.

She couldn't do jack except hope he'd pull through.

She'd asked about Sean's stuff, but the doc was being all careful and didn't hand it over.

Later that night, Quinn went back to her own room, only to find Walter chilling there.

He was lounging in a chair, a lazy grin on his face as he looked at her.

"Did you find him?" he asked, all playful, totally not matching Quinn's down mood.

Quinn glanced at him, then at the cabinet, her face shifting a bit.

my stuff?"

raised an eyebrow and picked up a package, toying with it. "You mean

"junk," Quinn felt a stab in her heart. She suddenly lunged forward to grab

lifted his hand out of her reach. "It's just a pile of

a damn about him when he was alive. Now that he's dead, you treat a pile

deep. Quinn couldn't argue back 'cause she knew he was

and stubbornly tried to

no matter how hard she tried. Frustrated, she shoved him back onto the sofa and lunged at him again. But he just tossed the package out the window. Quinn's eyes widened

package scatter in the air, the reddish-brown dirt falling, some of it getting in

to

sofa, looking down at her like he just

flickered and turned red. She glared at

the first time Walter had

that, you wanna kill me over that pile of