Love Unspoken

Abigail's voice was urgent. "Oliver, it's not about that. I've been trying to reach Quinn, and she's not answering. Can you call Alexander and check on her?" Oliver, already irritated, snapped back. "You're in enough trouble already, and now you're worried about someone else? Don't you want to get out?" Abigail was resolute. "I don't care about getting out. Just make sure Quinn's safe.."

Oliver paused, realizing the seriousness. Quinn was pregnant, and if Alexander had done something, it could push her over the edge.

"I'll call and ask around. Don't worry too much. Alexander might not cherish Quinn, but they grew up together. He wouldn't let anything happen to her."

Abigail scoffed. "Give me a break. That guy has no heart. How much do you think he actually cares?"

She was right. Alexander was heartless. If he truly loved Getty, he would have divorced Quinn and married her by now. Yet he kept Quinn around while entangling with other women.

"Okay, I'll ask," Oliver finally replied, cutting her off before hanging up. Then, he dialed Alexander's number.

Alexander picked up this time, leaving Oliver unsure of how to broach the subject.

"What's this about?"

Clearing his throat, Oliver spoke with a touch of unease, "Abigail can't reach Quinn and is worried. She just wants to check on her."

The line went silent for a couple of seconds before Alexander's mocking voice floated through, "Well, has the Vanderbilt family suddenly taken an interest in other people's business?"

"Come on, Alexander. Cut it out. Abigail and Quinn are friends. It's only natural that she worries about Quinn."

"Really?" Alexander chuckled, his tone chilling. "Oliver, Abigail's your sister. I don't know her well, but I find it hard to believe you don't either. You'd better keep an eye on her. Don't say I didn't warn you." With those final words, Alexander hung up. Oliver stared at the phone, heaving a resigned sigh.

Abigail had always been a free spirit, hardly the demure lady society expected.

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She hadn't always been this way. It all started two years ago when a match was forced upon her. In a fit of rage, she'd left home.

When she returned, her long hair was cut short. She dressed in a boyish fashion, and she even declared her disinterest in men.

The news spread like wildfire, and Amber Bay's elite young men gave her a wide berth. However, Oliver didn't buy into her charade.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

But over the years, Abigail's antics grew more rebellious-street racing, bar-hopping, motorcycle riding. Even he was beginning to have his doubts.

Alexander probably didn't believe it either, although the recent events had likely put him on guard against her.

Her meddling in Alexander and Quinn's affairs had startled their father, who was traveling on a business trip. Their father had returned to Amber Bay overnight to confine Abigail to her room. Shaking off his thoughts, Oliver called Abigail back.

"Oliver, could you please check in on her house?" Abigailpleaded.

Oliver was taken aback. "Are you serious?"

"I'm dead serious. Just take a look for me, please?"

He flatly refused. "No, why should I get involved?"

"Quinn's pregnant. What if something happens to her? Could you live with yourself?"

"That's none of my business."

Unable to persuade him, Abigail abruptly shoved her window open and threatened, "Then I'll jump off the third floor."

The noise was loud enough that Oliver couldn't ignore it.