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Oliver cursed under his breath as he rushed to her room, his voice laced with frustration. “Abigail, don’t do something stupid. What is wrong with you?”
Abigail stood at the window, her stance defiant as she glared out into the night. “You know what’s wrong, Oliver! You won’t help me, and neither will anyone else! I’m trying to make sure Quinn is okay, and you just don’t care.”
Oliver’s heart raced as he took a step toward her, his mind working rapidly. He could see the desperation in her eyes, even as she clung to her defiance. He knew she was volatile, but this was different. Her voice was raw, cracking with emotion.
“Abigail, stop this. You’re not going to do anything reckless. I’ll check on Quinn, okay? Just stop.”
Abigail’s eyes flickered with surprise at the shift in his tone. She’d pushed him as far as she could, and he was finally giving in. “Promise me you’ll check on her,” she demanded, her voice soft but firm.
“I promise,” Oliver muttered, feeling the weight of the promise settle heavily on him. He didn’t know what he would find, but the thought of Abigail going through with her threat left him no choice.
He pulled out his phone and dialed a contact at the Villa, arranging to have someone go check on Quinn. After a moment of silence, Abigail let out a shaky breath and backed away from the window, returning to her desk.
As Oliver hung up, he found himself lost in thought. It wasn’t just the worry for Quinn—it was the knot of tension between him and his sister, the cracks that had formed over the years. He couldn’t deny that he had his own fears, his own doubts. The family dynamics had shifted, and Abigail’s increasingly reckless behavior had only made it harder for him to ignore the growing distance between them all.
Meanwhile, at the Villa, Quinn’s situation was growing more dire by the minute. The air was thick with silence and uncertainty. She had spent what felt like an eternity in the dark, her body aching from the cold concrete floor, her mind fraying at the edges with each passing moment.
The phone in her pocket remained dead, her only connection to the outside world severed. The memories of her past in this very space haunted her—freedom, hope, and light now felt like distant dreams. Each breath she took, each heartbeat, was a reminder of how alone she truly was.
She wasn’t just in physical darkness. It was as though the emotional distance between her and Alexander had finally manifested, and she was left in a prison of her own making. Her fingers brushed over the floor, searching for something, anything to anchor her.
And then, unexpectedly, she heard footsteps—footsteps that didn’t belong to Alexander.
It was a faint noise at first, but it grew louder, drawing her attention like a magnet. Was it someone coming to check on her? Could it be Oliver or even… someone from the staff?
Quinn strained to listen, but the noise stopped just as suddenly as it had started.
Terror gripped her once more. Had Alexander finally realized what he’d done? Or was this just another way to remind her of her place in his world?
