Love Unspoken

Chapter 1535

Alvin caught on quick. "Quit dodging the question. How are you gonna explain this kid to everyone?"

Abigail shot back, "It's my kid. Why do I need to explain anything? Who's gonna talk smack about your grandkid?" Alvin snapped, "Cut the nonsense! So, you're really pregnant with Landon's kid?"

"Obviously. With genes like these, the kid's bound to be amazing, right?" Abigail smirked.

Alvin was stumped, sitting there deep in thought. This whole thing was a mess, and he had no clue what to do.

He'd been bugging Oliver to get hitched. Oliver did, but still no baby in sight.

Alvin didn't want to push too hard. Now, he had to admit Abigail's words were tempting, but thinking about the kid's dad made him grumpy.

Abigail said, "Alright, Dad, I need to get an IV drip later. You should head back. The doc said I need to chill and stay calm, or it could be risky for me as an older mom."

Alvin didn't get all the medical stuff, but he stood up right away. "Then rest up. I'll go talk to Nancy about making you some good food."

Abigail nodded.

Alvin hesitated, gave her a few more looks, sighed, and finally walked out.

Once he was gone, Abigail let out a big sigh and slumped on the bed.

Quinn rushed over. "Abigail, are you really pregnant?"

"Of course not. If I didn't say that, he'd never leave," Abigail confessed.

Quinn clicked her tongue.

Abigail had been so convincing, even coming up with the kid's name and future plans, that Quinn almost believed her.

Quinn asked, "What if Alvin finds out you lied? You can't hide this forever."

Abigail shrugged. "Then I'll figure out how to get a kid."

looked worried. "What do you

her eyes. "Relax. I mean I'll find a way to actually have

Quinn asked, "With who?"

"Who else?" Abigail replied.

Abigail was talking

out I'm not really pregnant, they'll definitely try to marry me off again. The safest way is to

this. I'll ask the doc later

Quinn stayed quiet.

just her style. She always

her to come

Quinn left, Abigail lay on the bed thinking for a bit. Suddenly, she jumped up and

his hand was still out of commission. He could walk around

hospital gown. He was tall, and the gown's pants were a bit short, showing

was staring out the window, deep

before she could say anything, Landon

to talk about,"

an

then whispered,

frowned, not catching it. "What did

deep breath and said louder, "I

shocked, his face a mix

you nuts?" Abigail glared at him, "You're

of crazy talk

to talk it over with you. You don't know how long you'll be in prison. If it's ten or eight years, I'll be too old to have a kid by the time you get out. Don't you think you owe me a child?" Abigail explained. Landon stared at her for a while,

"What

I said," Landon

to keep her cool. She knew Landon responded better to a softer approach. If she argued, he'd just shut

lowered her head

better, get discharged soon. Don't hang around here. I'm not agreeing to this." Abigail looked up, confused. "Why

make rash decisions. It'll only hurt

through. Landon, are you... having trouble in bed?" Abigail asked

"Yes," Landon replied bluntly.