"Why won''t she respond to my messages?" The question hung in the air, unanswered.


    Alexander had taken her phone, and the voice on the other end of the line assured Abigail. She was told to stop worrying, to stay home, and that things were being handled. The call ended abruptly, leaving Oliver staring at his phone, his finger hovering over Alexander''s contact. He hesitated, ultimately deciding against making the call.


    He had no right to confront Alexander, not after he had trespassed in his home.


    After what felt like an eternity, but was in reality only half an hour, Quinn was wheeled out of the hospital room. Oliver rushed to her side, his heart pounding in his chest. He turned to the doctor, his voice choked with worry, "How is she?" "She fainted due to arrhythmia," the doctor exined, "but luckily, she was brought in on time. Can you tell me what happened to her?"


    Oliver couldn''t divulge the details to the doctor. Instead, he asked, "And the baby?"


    "The baby is fine," the doctor assured him. "She''s just a little shocked and needs to rest. Make sure she avoids stress in the future."


    A wry smile tugged at Oliver''s lips as the doctor unknowingly painted him as the viin, taking the fall for Alexander''s actions.


    Meanwhile, in his office, Alexander was alerted by notifications of the doorbell and code entry. He nced at his phone before tossing it aside, uninterested.


    When Kyle entered, relieved not to see Getty, he handed over some documents to Alexander. He began to exin that they had cleared up the issue with the countries iming their goods had safety issues, but he noticed that Alexander''s attention was elsewhere. His eyes were fixed on hisputer screen, clearly lost in thought.


    "Alexander?" Kyle called out, trying to regain his attention.


    "Hmm?" Alexander murmured, snapping back to reality.


    He seemed to have made a decision. "Never mind about going to my ce," he said, dismissing the previous n.


    Kyle paused, realization dawning on him. He remembered Alexander had asked him to check on the vi once he was done with his current task. He nodded in acknowledgment, then asked, "Do you want to take a look at that report?" "Just leave it," Alexander replied dismissively, leaning back in his chair and lighting a cigarette with a carelessness that was out of character for him.


    Kyle frowned slightly, noticing that Alexander seemed off his game today. Then it hit him. Maybe Alexander was off because of a sleepless night spent searching for Quinn.


    "Alexander, why don''t you go rest for a bit?" Kyle suggested.


    Alexander nced at Kyle, smoke swirling around his fingers, before looking away and pushing his chair back. He reclined in his chair, closed his eyes, and directed, "You go ahead."


    Kyle left the office after setting the report down, his mind churning. With Getty not around, it seemed Alexander had lost the will to work. He couldn''t fathom what extraordinary charm Getty possessed.


    Back at the hospital, Quinn''s consciousness slowly resurfaced. She stared nkly at the stark white ceiling for a moment before the events leading up to her hospitalization came rushing back.


    She sat up, gently touching her abdomen, relieved to feel no significant difort.


    Confused about how she had ended up in the hospital, she wondered if Alexander had released her. Thinking back to his unflinching demeanor as he pushed her away, she found his indifferent expression quite unfamiliar.


    Quinn didn''t linger in the hospital. She slipped out of bed and was fretting over how to return when she bumped into Oliver, who had just finished settling the hospital bills.


    Oliver was taken aback. "Why are you out of bed?"


    Realizing she''d left her phone behind at the vi, Quinn tried tomunicate with hand gestures, but the message was lost on Oliver. Guessing at her intent, he asked, "You want to go back?"


    Quinn actually wanted to know how she ended up at the hospital, but it seemed pointless to rify. She nodded.


    Oliver nced at the discharge documents in his hand and sighed, "Alright, I''ll take you back."


    As they approached the entrance, both noticed a Bentley idling at the curb. Its rear lights were on as if waiting for someone.


    Oliver''s expression grew tense.


    That car belonged to Alexander.This is the property of N?-velDrama.Org.