NovelOnlineChapter 1283 Hearing the cries, Abigail snapped awake. She turned her head and saw Quinn all curled up with a blanket, her shoulders shaking, and soft sobs escaping. She let out a helpless sigh but kept quiet.
After a bit, Oliver called her.
She'd borrowed the phone from a doc earlier. Who knows how much Oliver slipped that doc, but the guy hadn't asked for it back in days.
Abigail glanced at Quinn, grabbed the phone, and stepped outside.
Answering the call, she whispered, "Oliver, you here?" "Yeah, I'm here. This place is a maze. Where you at? I'll cfind you," Oliver said.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAbigail looked around, clueless about her exact location. "Just ask someone. I'm at the hospital; everyone knows where it is," she instructed. "Got it." Oliver hung up, spotted a villager, and asked for directions.
The villager eyed him suspiciously.
So, Oliver had to flash scash.
Finally, he found the hospital.
When he got there, he saw Abigail scanning the entrance. His face softened, and he hurried over, his nerves and excitement clear as day. Abigail's eyes welled up when she saw him, and she bolted towards Oliver.
She threw herself into his arms. "Oliver!" Oliver had been fuming before he came, but hearing her choked-up voice, all his anger melted away.
Abigail had always been tough, rarely crying in front of anyone, even her parents. Only with him did she show this side.
He gently patted her head and whispered, "It's okay. I'm here now." Abigail clung to him, scared he'd vanish if she let go.
She'd dreamed of this moment so many times, only to wake up disappointed.
"You've been through a lot," Oliver said softly.
Abigail shook her head, wiped her tears on his chest, and looked up, her eyes red.
"It's not suffering if you're here," she said.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOliver poked her forehead. "Let's see if you dare to run off again." Abigail protested, "I wasn't running off. I went to find Quinn. Who knew I'd end up here." Mentioning Quinn, Oliver paused. "Is Alexander really...?" Abigail quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him. "Don't talk about it, especially in front of Quinn," she warned.
Oliver nodded. "Got it."
"Tell her Alexander's alive. Don't say anything that hints beọc” Abigail reminded him again. "Do I need you to teach me?" Oliver said, looking at her helplessly.
He'd been friends with Alexander for stly, years. Honestly, when he first heard the news, he didn't buy it. Even now, he still thought it was bogus, but the sadness in his eyes was undeniable.
"Where's Quinn?" he asked.
"Upstairs in the ward," Abigail replied.
"Let's go see," Oliver suggested, walking ahead. Abigail watched this back. His suit was wrinkled, and his shoes were caked in mud. It was clear Oliver had been through a lot to find this place.
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