Love Unspoken

Chapter 1278

Walter stood by the window, peering down. Under the dim streetlight, Quinn was crouched on the ground, carefully scooping up the soil. She placed it back on the cloth, tied it up tight, and cradled it in her arms, just like Alexander used to hold her.

When she came back, she clung to the bundle and didn't say a word to Walter. She just sat on the bed, lost in her thoughts. Walter watched her for a bit, then suddenly broke the silence, "Quinn, you know who that person is?"

Quinn's eyelashes fluttered, and she looked up at him.

Walter sneered, "So what if you know? Gonna get revenge?"

Quinn ignored his taunt and asked, "Who is it?"

"Someone you can't mess with," Walter replied.

Quinn stared at him, her voice rough, "What will it take for you to tell me?"

"Depends on my mood," Walter said, all casual-like.

Quinn locked eyes with him for a moment, knowing she wouldn't get any answers. She turned away, ignoring him.

and reached out to touch her face, but she

in the air for a second

you somewhere," he

not going," Quinn

regret it later," Walter

hesitated, still not trusting

isn't that

He turned to leave.

door, Quinn chased

face as he looked back

see Abigail, this is the last time I believe

Pointing to the bundle in her arms, he demanded, "Don't bring that." Quinn frowned and

dead. Now, when asked to choose between Abigail and the dirt, you'd rather choose it. Is Abigail less important than the

is it?"

at him, her gaze complex, and said

kept pushing her to admit Alexander was dead, using the most casual

respond. He just watched her for a moment, then sighed and walked out

feeling. She was powerless