Love Unspoken
Chapter 1561

Quinn usually came off as tough when she was with Sprout, but the second he started crying, her heart melted.

"Let's just go to bed," Alexander sighed, his brows furrowed, clearly lost in thought.

Quinn turned off the light and lay down next to him, but sleep wouldn't come. With Calvin's phone off, she tried to convince herself he was just out of signal range or on a plane. She tossed and turned until the middle of the night before finally dozing off.

First thing in the morning, Quinn called Calvin, but his phone was still off. Panic started to set in. She quickly thought of Sprout and rushed to check the next room. The kids were sleeping soundly, and she let out a sigh of relief.

Downstairs, Briar had breakfast ready. Quinn stopped her and asked, "How long did Sprout cry last night?"

"About half an hour before he fell asleep. Don't worry, Sprout's tougher than he looks. He'll get used to sleeping alone in a few days," Briar reassured her.

Quinn nodded. Honestly, a kid that young didn't need to sleep alone, but Alexander insisted, so they went along with it for now.

"Where's Alexander?" Quinn asked.

"He left early this morning," Briar replied.

"Out again?" Quinn was surprised.

"Yeah, he didn't say where he was going," Briar added.

"Got it," Quinn said, sitting down at the dining table. Last night, Alexander came back out of the blue, and now he was gone again. What was he up to?

Could it be that Calvin's issue wasn't sorted out? She tried calling Calvin again, but his phone was still off.

Meanwhile, Calvin was on a boat, not in a cabin but in the luggage storage compartment.

There was another guy with him. Both were squatting in the dark.

Calvin whispered, "Is the guy you found reliable?"

"Boss, we made it on board, so they must be. Just hang tight; we'll be there soon," Cruz reassured him.

Calvin shifted and snorted, "Never thought I'd end up like this."

From a glorious past to hiding in a dump like this.

"Don't worry, boss. Once we get back to Municity, we'll rise again and take down Hugo and his crew!" Cruz said with determination.

"That old bastard, there's not a single decent person in the Lynch family," Calvin muttered.

"Just hold on a bit longer, and we'll get him," Cruz said, making a gesture Calvin couldn't see in the dark.

Cruz praised Calvin, "But boss, you're really something. Just a few words and Hugo was thrown off balance. He even let you go. We'll show him what it means to unleash the beast." Calvin didn't respond, lost in thought.

Hugo let him go, fearing he might spill something. Hugo planned to kill him secretly outside, but he escaped. Now, Hugo was scouring the world for him, dreading both slander and revenge. So it was clear how determined Hugo was to kill Calvin.

Calvin said, "We can't go back to Municity for now."

"Why not?" Cruz asked, confused.

"There are probably countless ambushes along the way. We might get shot before we even set foot in Municity," Calvin explained.

He felt a bit agitated. Although he had escaped, he couldn't return to his territory, and he didn't know how many of his men were still loyal to him. Maybe half of them had already betrayed him. So going back might not be safe; it could be even more dangerous.

The boat drifted on the sea for two days before finally docking. Someone knocked on the door and came in.

As the door creaked open, light spilled in, and Calvin and Cruz jumped to their feet.

The guy whispered, "Quick, follow me. This is as far as I can take you; you'll have to handle customs on your own."

They trailed him out of the storage room, zigzagging through the ship until they reached the rear deck, where it was pretty empty.

The guy looked around, saw no one, and released a lifeboat. "Take this and head west. You'll hit the shore in about half an hour."

"Thanks, man," Cruz said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before he and Calvin jumped off the ship.

They didn't need a compass; the faint city lights in the distance were enough.

Cruz rowed towards the city while Calvin squatted in the lifeboat, staring at his phone, which had been off for ages.

He didn't dare turn it on, worried it might get tracked.

Once they hit the shore, they needed to figure out how to get a new SIM card.

They'd escaped in such a rush, they had no time to prepare. Calvin had no cash, but luckily, Cruz had a few thousand dollars.

They finally reached the shore, climbing over tall rocks, scaling a wall to get into a yard, and then climbing over a rusty iron gate to reach their destination.

This hidden route was known only to those in the know and had to be pre-arranged. Otherwise, they'd be lost at sea, unable to get in or out.

The place seemed deserted, with hardly anyone on the streets.

"Boss, where do we go now?" Cruz asked.

The island's wind was chilly. Calvin pulled his clothes tighter and walked down the street with his neck hunched. "How should I know? Do you know anyone here?" "No." Cruz looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and said awkwardly, "I don't even know where we are."

"Great, looks like we're going to be wandering around." Calvin smirked, glancing at Cruz. "Are you sure you still want to stick with me?"

Cruz's eyes were firm, and he nodded vigorously. "Of course, I believe your downfall is only temporary. One day, you'll make a comeback."

Seeing his determined eyes, Calvin chuckled.

He himself didn't know if he could make a comeback, but Cruz's confidence was unwavering.

Though Cruz hoped to be rewarded when Calvin rose again, his loyalty was genuine.

Calvin said no more, and they walked silently down the street. This coastal city had the scent of seawater in the air.

The streets were lined with coconut trees, lush and green, making it a nice place to retire.

Cruz was also wanted, so they couldn't use their phones or IDs and had to find a hotel that didn't require identification.

But after two hours of searching, they couldn't find such a hotel. It looked like they would have to sleep on the streets tonight. "Boss, how about that bridge over there?" Cruz suggested.

Calvin followed his direction and saw several homeless people under the bridge.

With nowhere else to go, they decided the bridge would do.

Just as they were about to head over, a loud noise, like a bottle breaking, echoed in their ears.

Calvin paused and stepped back, peering into the alley.

Was there a fight?

Could they take advantage of the chaos?

He gave Cruz a look, and Cruz understood immediately. They slowly approached the alley.

"Bitch, I'll kill you!" A bald man clutched his head, blood seeping through his fingers.

In front of him was a woman holding a broken glass bottle. Seeing the man staggering, she turned to run.

But as she turned, she saw two more people blocking her way, and her heart sank.