The video call rang for a bit before Alexander finally picked up, and then he set the phone down somewhere.


    Looked like he was in the bathroom.


    He was giving Sprout a bath, chatting with Quinn at the same time.


    "Still awake?" Alexander asked.


    "Nope. Are you giving Sprout a bath?" Quinn replied.


    Alexander''s hands were all soapy as he scrubbed Sprout''s head. "Isn''t it obvious? This little guy always gets me drenched."


    His white shirt was soaked, his face was wet, and his hair was dripping in strands.


    Just as Alexander finished talking, Sprout squeezed a water-filled rubber duck, spraying water right into Alexander''s face, which trickled down his forehead.


    A vein throbbed on Alexander''s forehead as he turned to look at Quinn. "Can I hit him?"


    Quinn tried not tough. "You''re his dad. Do what you want."


    Alexander thought about it but decided against it. He wasn''t sure he could control his strength and didn''t want to hurt Sprout.


    Holding Sprout felt like holding an eggshell; he was always worried that even the slightest mishap could break him.


    He picked up the showerhead and rinsed the suds off Sprout''s head. Sprout squinted against the water, raising his little hands to wipe his face, protesting. After rinsing Sprout clean, Alexander lifted him out of the tub and wrapped him in a towel.


    Then he picked up the phone and left the bathroom. "I can''t talk now," he said.


    Quinn responded and hung up the phone.


    She put down her phone,y on the bed, and fell asleep groggily.


    Before dawn, Abigail came to wake her up.


    Quinn rubbed her eyes, looking at her in confusion. "What''s up?"


    "It''s time to go. When did you go to sleepst night?" Abigail asked.


    Quinn suddenly remembered that Abigail was getting married. She immediately woke up, quickly getting out of bed. "What do I need to do?" Abigail found her reaction amusing. "Nothing, juste with me."


    Quinn responded, got up, quickly washed up, and left with Abigail, yawning.


    They were supposed to leave at five, but it was not even four-thirty yet, and Quinn was still very sleepy.


    She nced at Abigail and noticed she was wearing a white dress underneath a long coat, making it hard to see.


    Abigail kept adjusting the neckline of her dress as if something was poking her.


    "Abigail, is your dress ufortable?" Quinn asked.


    "No, it''s just awkward to wear. Look." Abigail opened her coat, revealing a white strapless dress that left her upper chest exposed.


    Quinn had never seen Abigail dressed like this before. She instinctively said, "You actually have a chest."


    Abigail froze for two seconds before pping Quinn on the back. "What are you saying?"


    Quinn touched her nose, ncing at Abigail''s chest.


    Abigail quickly closed her coat, gritting her teeth. "Who picked this dress? Oh, it was me. Never mind."


    "Is this your wedding dress?" Quinn asked.


    "Half of it. There''s a jacket and a skirt to addter at the hotel. I wore this part first to save time," Abigail exined. "I chose it because it was the least revealing."


    "Then just put on the outer partter," Quinn suggested.


    They walked to the yard where several cars were parked. They got into the lead car, and others got into the cars behind.


    Quinn was still sleepy and dozed off in her seat.


    The car slowly rolled out of the vi, heading towards the hotel.


    It moved at a snail''s pace, and Abigail started feeling sleepy, closing her eyes for a quick nap.


    When she woke up again, it was already bright outside. The morning sun was ring through the window. But they still hadn''t arrived. Abigail looked outside and noticed the road seemed pretty remote. She turned around and saw that the cars behind them were gone.


    A bad feeling crept up on her. She tapped the driver''s seat. "Hey, did you take the wrong road?"


    The driver didn''t respond, just kept driving silently.


    Quinn woke up from Abigail''s voice. She looked around and noticed something was off. "Where are we going?"


    Abigail frowned and spoke again, "Stop the car!"


    The driver still ignored her.


    She pulled out her phone to call Oliver. The driver didn''t stop her, like he wasn''t even worried about her calling the cops. Quinn, having been kidnapped before, felt a wave of anxiety.


    She sent her location to Alexander.


    Then she tried to call the police, but as soon as she dialed, the driver spoke up.


    He said, "Call everyone over. The more, the better!"


    Abigail''s eyelid twitched. "Who are you?"


    She looked at the rearview mirror and saw the driver was wearing a mask.


    The driver said, "Someone who wants you dead."


    Abigail''s pupils contracted. She tried to open the car door but found it locked. The door next to Quinn was the same.


    Abigail and Quinn exchanged nces, trying to figure out who was behind this.


    It couldn''t be Landon. He was too busy with hispanies to bother with kidnapping, and he had no reason to.


    Soon, the car turned onto a remote path, with slopes on both sides and a muddy road, making the car shake violently.


    In a panic, Abigail stood up to grab the steering wheel. "Stop the car!"


    The driver didn''t stop but sped up, like he was nning to crash with them.


    The driver said fiercely, "If you want to die sooner, go on. I don''t care about my life. Killing you two is worth it."


    Abigail pulled off his mask but didn''t recognize him. She couldn''t remember ever having a grudge with him.


    Quinn didn''t know him either. It was clear he was targeting Abigail.


    "Who are you? Why do you want to die with us? Isn''t living better?" Quinn asked.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    He sneered. "The Vanderbilt family and the Mellon Group forced my dad to jump off a building. We owe billions of dors, my mom went insane, and my wife and son left. Tell me, what''s good about living?" Abigail was stunned.


    She slumped back into her seat, realizing this was the result of Oliver and Landon''s coboration.


    Quinn understood, too. It was another mess caused by Landon, and this time he dragged the Vanderbilt family into it.


    No wonder someone would kidnap Abigail.


    At the hotel, arge group of people was waiting. It was almost noon, and the bride still hadn''t arrived.


    The bridesmaids, who had been in the cars behind, didn''t know what happened. They had followed the lead car, but it took a wrong turn.


    They arrived first and had been waiting ever since.


    Elliot''s mother, visibly angry, said, "So many people are waiting for her. Does she think she''s that important? Is this wedding happening or not?" Elliot said, "Could something have happened?"


    Alvin looked serious, thinking Abigail might have run away.


    Just as everyone was specting, Oliver''s phone rang.


    "It''s a call from Abigail," Oliver said.


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