Love Unspoken
Chapter 1354

After thinking it over a million times, she figured it was better to play it safe. She decided to stick around, found a chair, and kept an eye on Walter.

Walter didn't hang around long either; he bounced after a bit.

Abigail stayed on edge, worried he might come back.

After Walter left, he didn't show up again and didn't visit Quinn's room either.

Quinn chilled for three days and was feeling a lot better. The wound wasn't killing her anymore, and she could almost sit up.

During those days, she spent her time flipping through the photos Abigail had snapped. She hadn't seen the baby in person yet, but today the nurse finally brought the little guy over. The nurse was all smiles, saying the baby was born healthy and would be a looker someday.

But Quinn and Abigail looked at the wrinkly baby with faces that said, "What the heck?"

Abigail even thought the nurse was full of it, probably saying the same thing about every baby.

"Man, this kid's ugly," Abigail said, getting more and more grossed out. "So young but already looks ancient."

Quinn had been pregnant for ten months, waiting eagerly for the baby, thinking she'd love him no matter what.

But holding the baby now, she had to admit Abigail was right; he did look kinda old.

It was like holding a tiny old man, and Quinn was struggling to deal with it.

The baby opened his eyes and rolled them around. Maybe sensing Quinn's vibe, he opened his mouth and started wailing.

When he cried, Quinn was clueless and asked the nurse what to do.

The nurse said, "He's probably hungry. You should breastfeed him."

Quinn got even more flustered and looked down at the little old man in her arms, her face full of reluctance.

Abigail plopped down next to her. "Don't do it. Give him formula."

She turned to Quinn and added, "Don't breastfeed him, or your boobs will sag and look gross. I checked online; it's fine not to breastfeed." Quinn nodded in agreement.

The nurse said, "It's cool. Lots of people go with formula these days. Good formula is just as good."

Quinn saw a glimmer of hope. "Really?"

"Yeah, some moms go straight to formula to keep their figure," the nurse replied.

"Then..." Quinn never thought she'd be talking about this and felt a bit embarrassed. "What about the breast milk?"

"If you don't start, it won't come. Breastfeeding needs to get the milk flowing."

Quinn immediately decided to go with formula, asking the nurse for some brand recommendations and then calling Kyle to buy them.

Feeding a newborn with formula is a delicate thing, and the nurse, who dealt with this stuff all the time, knew a lot.

After the nurse left, Abigail and Quinn looked at the "aged" baby, staring at each other.

Before, Quinn thought it was just Abigail's bad photography skills, but now she realized the baby was even uglier in person. Abigail held back for a long time, not daring to ask, but now she couldn't hold it in any longer. "Is this really Alexander's kid?"

If Alexander saw this, wouldn't he toss this ugly baby straight into the trash?

Quinn was stunned. If Abigail had asked this while she was pregnant, she would've shut it down.

But now, seeing the baby, she really thought about it.

After all, Alistair had given her that powder, and she was out of it. Could it be that she really slept with Alistair?