Love Unspoken

Chapter 1450 With a loud bang, the TV screen shook and went all static.

Then, the signal cut out, and the screen went black.

Just before it did, Quinn saw something explode in the jury box.

Blood sprayed everywhere like a mist.

People near the explosion got hit too. The broadcast cut off instantly; no way they could keep it going after that.

It wasn't just any object that exploded it was a person.

And not just any person; it was Luke.

Luke blew up right in front of Aron.

Aron lost it. Luke's body was torn apart right in front of him, blood and gore everywhere.

Aron fainted on the spot.

The place went nuts, people screaming and trying to run, but they were stopped.

The culprit had to be among them. The whole hall was a mess, with people covered in blood and bits of who- knows-what. Even through the screen, Quinn felt the shock.

She turned her head. Alexander was next to her, holding Sprout and comforting him like nothing happened. Quinn stared at him, pale as a ghost.

Alexander noticed her staring and smiled. "Look, Leopold can say 'Mama' now." Quinn's eyes burned as she looked at Alexander's smile and the tenderness in his eyes. It reminded her of when Valerie died. He had the slook then.

Alexander never seemed to change.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking atlike that?" Alexander asked.

Quinn's eyes flickered, and she looked away. "Nothing." Alexander's smile faded. After a moment, he went back to playing with Sprout.

Naturally, this incident was hushed up, not a word leaked.

But the trial was interrupted, and Aron was temporarily detained.

Aron had truly lost it. The stress and frustration of the past few days, combined with Luke's death, had driven him insane.

In his room, he alternated between crying and laughing, shouting and screaming. Sometimes he would try to rush out, yelling, "I'll kill you!" The Lynch family was tense. Everyone was gathered, but no one spoke.

An indescribable tension filled the air.

Finally, Zeke spoke, "Who did it?" The room was silent; no one admitted to it.

Hugo said, "Let's wait for the investigation results." Zeke pinched the bridge of his nose, looking tired.

He had only taken over the Lynch family recently, but so much had happened. He even began to suspect it was his fault.

He waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave.

Alexander wasn't there; he had been at Iris Estates for the past few days.

Zeke thought about calling Alexander back but decided against it. Even if Alexander cback, he wouldn't get any answers. Without evidence, asking Alexander would only create a rift between them. Landon returned to the hotel, turned on the faucet, and slowly washed his hands over and over.

His expression was indifferent as he stared at his fingers, washing them for a long time.

It wasn't until someone knocked on the door that he turned off the faucet, dried his hands with a towel, and went to open the door.

Abigail stood outside, giving Landon a once-over. "What kind of trouble have you been causing lately?" Landon stared at her blankly. After a moment, he finally spoke, "What makes you think I've been causing trouble?" Abigail was taken aback for a second.

Landon turned and walked back into the room. "You really think that, huh?" "You're not exactly a saint; it's normal for you to get into bad stuff, right?" Abigail shot back.

Landon smirked. "And what, in your eyes, makes someone a good person?" Abigail struggled to answer and just followed him inside.

Landon glanced at her. "Do you think Alexander is a good person?" Abigail snorted.

Landon wasn't a good guy, and Alexander was even worse. They were pretty much the same.

"If you know I'm not a good person, why don't you stay away from me?" Landon asked.

Abigail sighed. "I'm here to tell you I'm planning to go back." Landon paused for a moment.

Abigail continued, "I've been out too long. If I don't go back, my dad will clooking for me, so I'm leaving." Landon didn't say anything. "I won't see you off." Abigail rolled her eyes and left without hesitation.

She still needed to say goodbye to Quinn. She hoped Quinn would go back with her.

Abigail arrived at the villa, peeked in through the door, and looked around. Seeing that Alexander wasn't home, she boldly walked in.

"Quinn. Quinn, are you here?" she called out.

After a while, Quinn cout of the room. "Abigail, what are you doing here?" "Where's Alexander?" Abigail asked.

"He went out. Are you looking for him?" Quinn replied.

"Why would I look for him?" Abigail quickly walked over, pulling Quinn towards the sofa "just wanted to tell you that my dad is askingto go home. Are you coming?" Quinn hesitated and stayed silent. Abigail knew her answer. "Alright then, I'll go back first and wait for you in Amber Bay." Quinn nodded. "Be careful on the way." Abigail said, "Don't worry. You too, stay safe here." "Okay." Abigail gave Quinn a hug. When she turned around, she saw Alexander coming in with Sprout.

She forced a smile and quickly slipped away.

Alexander placed Sprout on the sofa and skillfully found a diaper to change him.

Sprout was only quiet when Alexander changed his diaper.

Maybe he was afraid of getting poop on himself. Even at such a young age, he was already so cautious.

Quinn watched his skilled movements and suddenly said, "Abigail said she's going back." "What about Aron's situation?" Quinn asked.

Alexander replied, "I heard he's gone mad, but it still needs to be confirmed."

If it was confirmed that he was truly mad, he wouldn't be trialed and m would be sent to a mental hospital ΕΠ for treatment. Alexander added, "We can't rule out the possibility that he's faking it." "Does this mean the matter is resolved?" Quinn asked.

If Quinn were in Aron's position and Sprout had exploded in front of her, she would probably be even crazier than Aron.

So she believed that Aron was truly mad.

"Pretty much." Alexander had already changed the diaper and let Sprout play on the sofa.

"When are we going back?" Quinn asked.

She didn't want to know too much about Aron; she just wanted to know when it would end.

She understood that Alexander had suffered a lot at Aron's hands, so no matter how Alexander retaliated, it was understandable. But his methods were too brutal, and she didn't want to know too much.