Love Unspoken

"Or you can pick it up yourself," the maid suggested.

Quinn remained silent, her gaze fixed on the untouched food.

The maid, with a disdainful look, grabbed a wooden board to seal the window and then left the room.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

As soon as the noise outside subsided, Quinn reached out and pushed the board.

The maid had hurriedly left without properly securing it, so Quinn managed to create a small gap. However, the dirt on the other side prevented her from opening it any further.

She could only push through the narrow slit between the fingers as the beam of white light cascaded onto her face.

She could only see a small patch of grass and some scattered mud. Quinn stood there, basking in the faint light that seeped through the gap.

She didn't bother with the food on the floor, her attention solely on the sliver of light. She waited, watching as the sunlight gradually faded, leaving the world in darkness once more.

Meanwhile, Alexander had spent the entire day searching for Quinn in Amber Bay, but she seemed to have vanished into thin air.

It started raining again.

Kyle stood in the study, reporting, "The license plate on the car was fake, and the person behind this is experienced. They managed to evade the surveillance, but we lost track of them. It's going to be difficult to find any leads." Kyle paused for a moment, and then a thought struck him, "Could Quinn have been kidnapped?"

Alexander, his gaze fixed on the computer screen, his hair still damp and disheveled, suddenly stood up.

Kyle was taken aback and was about to say something, but Alexander had already left the room.

Kyle hesitated briefly, then hastened to catch up.

Without even taking an umbrella, Alexander rushed into the rain, his clothes getting soaked once again.

He got into his car and drove off, heading straight to the Kennedy Residence.

He headed not elsewhere but directly to the Kennedy Residence.

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Kaitlyn was in the living room, comforting her grandson, who had finally stopped crying but was still restless. The child's soft voice brought a smile to Kaitlyn's face.

A maid approached Kaitlyn and whispered, "Ms.Kaitlyn, Alexander is back."

Kaitlyn's smile faltered, her loving gaze turning into a cold sneer. "Is he back already?"

She handed the child to the nanny and poured herself a cup of tea, sipping it leisurely.

Soon, Alexander entered the hall, his presence bringing a chill that seemed to lower the temperature in the room. He walked up to Kaitlyn, "Where is she?"

Kaitlyn shot him an irritated look. "Where is who? You come in here demanding things. Am I not a person?"

Alexander's face darkened, and he asked again, "Where is Quinn?"

"How would I know where she is? Your sister is still in prison. Why aren't you this worried about her? She's perfectly capable, yet you're so concerned. Who is your real family?" Kaitlyn retorted.

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Kaitlyn, with an air of confidence, sipped her tea while observing Alexander.

His clothes and hair were wet, leaving a small puddle of water and mud on the carpet.

Gone was his previous aloof demeanor. Alexander now appeared somewhat chaotic, which added to Kaitlyn's anger and disappointment. Her son shouldn't be like this.

Alexander fixed his gaze on Kaitlyn and said, "Hand over Quinn. I won't say it again."

Kaitlyn's face darkened, and she slammed her tea cup on the table. "What's with your attitude?"

"Is this how you talk to me for that mute?" Alexander's eyes were filled with suppressed anger. "What do you want?"