Love Unspoken
Chapter 1295

Quinn and Freya just stood there, not saying a word.

After a bit, Freya finally broke the silence, "If there's nothing else, I'm outta here."

Quinn just nodded.

Freya scooped up Peanut and vanished from Quinn's sight in no time.

Abigail watched her leave and said, "Three years locked up, and she's really calmed down."

"Yeah, she can't afford to be all high and mighty anymore," Quinn added.

Abigail nodded. "True that."

Three years in the slammer, and Freya came out to a wrecked family, broke as a joke. Plus, with a kid who's got some challenges, anyone would be beat down by that. Freya used to live the high life. It's a miracle she's still standing.

"Whatever. As long as she keeps her nose clean, we won't mess with her," Abigail said, linking her arm with Quinn's. "Come on, let's grab some grub."

Without waiting for Quinn to answer, Abigail dragged her to the parking lot and they headed to a restaurant.

Quinn leaned against the car window, watching the world go by. The leaves on the trees were turning yellow; Amber Bay was sliding into autumn. Her eyes caught a familiar building.

Even from a distance, "The Kennedy Group" sign was hard to miss. The building, towering in the city center, looked even lonelier surrounded by shorter ones. Quinn could almost feel the chill coming off that place.

She thought of Getty and suddenly asked, "Is Getty still at the Kennedy Group?"

Abigail replied, "Where else would she be? You wouldn't believe how much debt she's in."

"How much?" Quinn asked, curious.

"Two hundred billion dollars," Abigail said.

Quinn wasn't shocked; she couldn't even wrap her head around that kind of money, but she knew it was a ton.

"Got it," she said.

Abigail sneered, "That witch, just thinking about her pisses me off. Even with all that debt, she still lives like she's on top of the world."

Sometimes, the more you owe, the better you live.

"But she can only strut around Amber Bay; she can't go anywhere else. Let's see how long she can keep that up," Abigail mocked. "Why can't she leave?" Quinn asked.

"Because she owes too much. As the chairwoman of the Kennedy Group and the main person responsible, what if she skips town?" Abigail explained. Quinn nodded. "Makes sense."

Abigail sped up, steering clear of the Kennedy Group building, and took Quinn to a restaurant. She turned to Quinn with a grin, "Look familiar?"

Quinn looked around. The place had a facelift, but she recognized it right away; it used to be Abigail's coffee shop, now a restaurant.

"Did you open this?" Quinn asked.

"Not really. A couple of years back, Oliver saw I was down, so he reopened it for me. I don't come here much," Abigail said.

They didn't reopen the coffee shop to avoid bringing back old memories for Abigail.

"Come on, let's get inside," Abigail suggested.

Quinn followed her out of the car. The staff inside didn't recognize them, and Abigail came in like any other customer, asking for a private room and taking Quinn inside. Abigail ordered a ton of food. During their time in Municity, Quinn hadn't been eating well, so Abigail decided they should have a feast.

Seeing the table loaded with dishes, Quinn looked up at Abigail, shocked. "This is a lot. Can we finish it all?"

"Don't sweat it. Just eat. If we can't finish, we'll feed the strays," Abigail said, putting a piece of roast meat in Quinn's bowl.

Quinn pressed her lips together, looking at the roast meat. She wasn't really hungry.