Love Unspoken

Alexander's fingers halted their movement momentarily before he cast a sidelong glance at Kyle. His eyes took on a somber hue as he remarked, "She certainly knows how to make a swift exit."Quinn was in a rush to get to the hospital for her scheduled IV treatment. In her haste, she had skipped lunch and even put in extra hours at work to ensure she could leave on time, having spent the day meticulously sorting through a mountain of documents.

With the doctor's prescription securely in her grasp, she collected her medication before making her way to the bustling infusion hall for her treatment.

The IV treatment she had received the previous day had brought about a slight improvement in the discomfort she had been experiencing in her lower abdomen. While a faint pain lingered, it was bearable enough that she didn't require painkillers.

She managed to find an unoccupied chair in the busy hall. She was grateful for the rule that prohibited relatives from accompanying patients, leaving everyone to sit alone as their IVs slowly dripped.Quinn retrieved her smartphone from her bag and opened her chat with Nicholas. She noticed that he hadn't sent any messages after she failed to respond to his text the previous night.

She began typing, asking him, "I need advice about caring for the elderly."This question had been weighing heavily on her mind. She didn't have the financial means to meet Ariel's demands and was considering whether legal action might be a viable alternative.Nicholas responded after a couple of minutes, asking, "What exactly are the circumstances? Can you elaborate?"

Quinn wasn't entirely familiar with the legal intricacies of her situation, but she shared with Nicholas the details of Juliet's eviction and Ariel's attempts to extort money from her.

A few minutes later, Nicholas asked if they could continue their conversation over the phone. Quinn hesitated, biting her lip, before admitting that she was unable to speak.

After a brief pause, Nicholas displayed his understanding by sending a voice message. "I think I understand the situation. It seems Ariel might be guilty of abandonment. If we can gather enough evidence, he could potentially face jail time. In most civil matters, we try to initiate dialogue and negotiate first. Legal action is typically the last resort as it can strain family relations." His voice was steady and resonant, radiating a sense of integrity that instilled trust in Quinn. She responded, "I've met him, and I don't believe he will be open to negotiation."

Nicholas replied, "Well, if that's the case, we'll proceed with the legal route. The testimony of the elderly person is crucial, followed by evidence-testimonies of eyewitnesses, friends, or neighbors, medical records, surveillance footage, and communication logs."

Quinn considered his words. Obtaining testimonies from neighbors seemed feasible. As for surveillance, it was unclear whether there was any at Ariel's place, but footage of Juliet rummaging through trash might be useful if it could be obtained.

Nicholas emphasized the importance of gathering concrete evidence and the limitations of discussing the matter solely over the phone.

"When are you free to meet up and talk this over?"Quinn glanced at the date displayed on her phone. It was Wednesday, and she wouldn't be available until Saturday.

They agreed to meet on Saturday morning at nine. Quinn let out a deep sigh as she looked up to see her IV bag nearly depleted. She rose from her chair to detach the IV bag and approached the front desk for a refill.

The nurse chided her gently, "You could've just called out. There's no need to bring it over."Quinn pursed her lips, unable to explain her inability to speak.

After the nurse had replenished her IV, Quinn reopened her chat and decided to erase her conversation with Nicholas.

Juliet's departure had been orchestrated by Alexander himself, and if he discovered that she was still meddling in Juliet's affairs, there was no telling what he might do.By the time her IV treatment was completed, it was already past eight in the evening.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Quinn boarded the bus to head home. After disembarking, she still had a considerable distance to walk to reach the Villa. Upon her arrival, the first thing she noticed was Alexander lounging comfortably on the couch, his legs crossed, idly flipping through channels with a remote in hand.

Quinn tightened her grip on her bag and tiptoed towards him.Alexander's eyes remained glued to the TV as he asked, "Where've you been?" He didn't turn his gaze towards her, and it didn't seem like he was particularly interested in her explanation.

She sat down opposite him and gestured, "Have you had dinner?"Alexander regarded her silently, his gaze carrying a subtle blend of sarcasm and coldness. "Why the pretense?"