Love Unspoken

Chapter 1535 Alvin caught on quick. "Quit dodging the question. How are you gonna explain this kid to everyone?" Abigail shot back, "It's my kid. Why do I need to explain anything? Who's gonna talk smack about your grandkid?" Alvin snapped, "Cut the nonsense! So, you're really pregnant with Landon's kid?" "Obviously. With genes like these, the kid's bound to be amazing, right?" Abigail smirked.

Alvin was stumped, sitting there deep in thought. This whole thing was a mess, and he had no clue what to do. He'd been bugging Oliver to get hitched. Oliver did, but still no baby in sight.

Alvin didn't want to push too hard. Now, he had to admit Abigail's words were tempting, but thinking about the kid's dad made him grumpy.

Abigail said, "Alright, Dad, I need to get an IV drip later. You should head back. The doc said I need to chill and stay calm, or it could be risky foras an older mom." Alvin didn't get all the medical stuff, but he stood up right away. "Then rest up. I'll go talk to Nancy about making you sgood food." Abigail nodded.

Alvin hesitated, gave her a few more looks, sighed, and finally walked out.

Once he was gone, Abigail let out a big sigh and slumped on the bed.

Quinn rushed over. "Abigail, are you really pregnant?" "Of course not. If I didn't say that, he'd never leave," Abigail confessed.

Quinn clicked her tongue.

Abigail had been so convincing, even coming up with the kid's nand future plans, that Quinn almost believed her.

Quinn asked, "What if Alvin finds out you lied? You can't hide this forever." Abigail shrugged. "Then I'll figure out how to get a kid." Quinn looked worried. "What do you mean? Don't do anything crazy." Abigail rolled her eyes. "Relax. I mean I'll find a way to actually have a kid." Quinn asked, "With who?" "Who else?" Abigail replied.

Quinn blinked, confused. She knew Abigail was talking about Landon. "Will he go along with it?" Abigail said, "I have my ways. Besides, even if I told the truth, they wouldn't stop. If they find out I'm not really pregnant, they'll definitely try to marryoff again. The safest way is to have a kid." Quinn sighed. "Alright, good luck." Abigail put her arm around Quinn's shoulder. "Don't worry. I got this. I'll ask the doc later how to up my chances of getting pregnant." Quinn stayed quiet.

Abigail's plan was bold, but that was just her style. She always thought big and straightforward.

Not long after, Alexander texted Quinn, telling her to cback. Quinn had to say goodbye to Abigail.

After Quinn left, Abigail lay on the bed thinking for a bit. Suddenly, she jumped up and went to the next ward. Landon's injuries were healing, but his hand was still out of commission. He could walk around now.

When Abigail got there, Landon was standing by the window in his hospital gown. He was tall, and the gown's pants were a bit short, showing his ankles.

He was staring out the window, deep in thought.

Abigail walked up behind him, but before she could say anything, Landon turned around. "You still here?" "Nope, got something to talk about," Abigail said.

Landon raised an eyebrow. "What's up?" Abigail fidgeted, then whispered, "Let's have a kid." Landon frowned, not catching it. "What did you say?" Abigail took a deep breath and said louder, "I said, let's have a kid." Landon looked shocked, his face a mix of emotions.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Are you nuts?" Abigail glared at him, "You're the one who's nuts!" "Then what kind of crazy talk is this?" Landon asked.

"It's not crazy. I want to talk it over with you. You don't know how long you'll be in prison. If it's ten or eight years, I'll be too old to have a kid by the tyou get out. Don't you think you owea child?" Abigail explained. Landon stared at her for a while, then looked away. "You don't have to wait for me." Abigail asked, "What do you mean?" "Exactly what I said," Landon replied.

"You!" Abigail gritted her teeth, trying to keep her cool. She knew Landon responded better to a softer approach. If she argued, he'd just shut her down.

So, she lowered her head and stayed quiet.

After a bit, Landon glanced at her but didn't budge. "If you're feeling better, get discharged soon. Don't hang around here. I'm not agreeing to this." Abigail looked up, confused. "Why not?" "Don't make rash decisions. It'll only hurt you," Landon said.

"I'm not being rash. I've thought it through. Landon, are you... having trouble in bed?" Abigail asked cautiously. "Yes," Landon replied bluntly.

Abigail was taken aback, her words caught in her throat.

"Really?" Abigail asked.

Landon looked at her calmly. "Yes." "I don't believe you," Abigail said.

Landon was momentarily speechless. "Believe it or not." Abigail studied his face, then chuckled. "Alright, forget it." She gave up so quickly that Landon thought she was just messing around. He said, "Go back to your ward." Abigail nodded without a fuss and left the room.

Landon watched her go, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

After that, Abigail never brought it up again. She stayed in the hospital and often visited Landon to chat.

Seven or eight days passed. Since coming back from the mountain they'd been in the hospital for over half a month. Abigail asked the doctor, "When can Landon be discharged?"

The doctor said, "His injuries are mostly healed. He can go hom anytime, but he needs to rest and avoid strenuous activities." Abigail asked, "Avoid strenuous activities? Like what?" As she asked, Landon glanced at the doctor, his expression unreadable.

The doctor replied seriously, "Apart from eating, sleeping, and using the bathroom, he should just lie in bed." Abigail felt a pang of disappointment.