Love Unspoken

Chapter 1506 Abigail watched the two men, feeling totally helpless, the pain in her stomach keeping her from moving.

Thinking she was too hurt to fight back, they got cocky and started doing whatever they wanted.

Out of nowhere, Aurora showed up with a vase in her hands. She snuck up behind them and smashed it over the head of the man in black.

The vase shattered with a loud crash, and blood started pouring from his head.

The man stumbled, instinctively covering the back of his head, and turned to glare at Aurora with a fierce look. Right then, Abigail grabbed the knife they'd left on the coffee table and stabbed it hard into the neck of the man in purple.

Blood spurted out, splattering on Abigail's face and slowly trickling down.

The man's eyes went wide, clutching his neck in disbelief as he looked at Abigail. Blood flowed uncontrollably through his fingers, staining his hand bright red and running down into his sleeve and collar.

He desperately tried to cover the wound. His first reaction was despair, quickly followed by a frantic attempt to stop the bleeding and stay alive.

Abigail, holding the still-bleeding knife, trembled as she looked at him. His agony and desperation were mirrored in her eyes. He slowly sank to the ground.

The man in black was also shocked. Blood was still flowing from the back of his head, and seeing his buddy fall triggered his own fear of death. He instinctively shoved Aurora away and bolted outside.

Aurora didn't dare to stop him. She jogged over to Abigail, seeing her disheveled clothes and the blood continuously seeping from her abdomen. Abigail was still holding the blood-stained knife, in a state of shock. Aurora grabbed a blanket from the sofa and covered her with it, then pressed a bunch of tissues against her wound.

"Abigail, are you okay?" Aurora asked, her voice trembling.

Hearing her voice, Abigail slowly cback to her senses, and the knife fell from her hand.

She turned her head away from the corpse on the floor, her face pale and visibly weak. She shook her head slightly. "I'm just a bit tired." Aurora, panicking, said, "Don't scare me. Don't fall asleep. I've already called the police, and Landon is on his way back!" Abigail's lips had becpale. She looked at Aurora blankly and forced a smile, regretting coming here.

But it seemed those two guys were after Aurora. If she hadn't come, Aurora might have been in danger. Aurora, almost crying, tried her best to stop Abigail's bleeding and said, "I'm so sorry. If I had known, I wouldn't have brought you back." Abigail was too weak to speak. Her body was cold and trembling. She lay on the sofa, eyes closed, unable to move.

Just as Aurora was about to call an ambulance, Landon rushed in from outside.

"Landon, you're back!" Aurora exclaimed with a mix of surprise and joy. She patted Abigail's cheek, "Abigail, don't sleep. Wake up!" Abigail struggled to open her eyes and looked towards the door.

Landon stood at the entrance, his breathing heavy, clearly having rushed back.

He strode over, glanced at Abigail's abdominal wound. Aurora anxiously said, "You're just in time. Call an ambulance. Abigail is bleeding heavily." "No tfor that," Landon said, stepping forward.

He told Aurora to grab the first aid kit and quickly patched up the wound. Then he scooped Abigail up and headed out in a hurry.

Aurora wanted to go with them, but the cops showed up, and she had to stay behind to deal with the aftermath. Landon rushed Abigail to the nearest hospital, which luckily wasn't far, getting there in just a few minutes.

Less than two weeks after getting out, Abigail was back in the ER.

Landon sat outside waiting, his shirt stained with blood, the white fabric starkly contrasting with the red.

During this time, the police cto investigate but couldn't talk to Abigail, so they took Landon's statement. Three hours later, the doctor cout, and Landon jumped up.

"How is she?" he asked urgently.

"She lost a lot of blood but didn't hit any vital organs. She needs a blood transfusion," the doctor replied. Landon nodded slightly. "That's good." "Are you her family? There are sforms that need signing," the doctor continued.

Landon took the forms, pressed them against the wall, and signed his name. Then he asked, "When will she wake up?" "It's hard to say. She might wake up when the anesthesia wears off, or it could be tomorrow," the doctor explained. "Got it," Landon said.

Abigail was moved to a VIP room.

She opened her eyes, staring at the white ceiling, thinking she was dreaming.

The pain in her body reminded her that she wasn't dreaming; she was really alive. She didn't dare move, as any movement caused intense pain. Taking a deep breath, she turned her head and was surprised to see Landon sitting beside her. His white shirt was now patterned with dried blood stains. He seemed to be asleep, his head resting on his arm. His gold-rimmed glasses were on the nearby cabinet. Without his glasses, his features looked gentle, though a bit less mature.

She stared at Landon for a while, then suddenly met his eyes. Startled, Abigail moved, causing herself pain, and her expression turned pained. Landon immediately called the doctor, who cand examined Abigail. "The wound didn't hit any vital organs, but it's deep. She needs to rest and avoid emotional stress," the doctor advised.

Landon said, "She looks like she's in a lot of pain." "The anesthesia has worn off. Pain is normal. I've prescribed painkillers. If the pain is too severe, give her two pills," the doctor explained. "Okay," Landon replied.

After the doctor left, Landon searched the cabinet, found the painkillers, and poured out two pills, placing them in Abigail's hand. "Take these if it hurts," he said.

Abigail, enduring the pain, looked at the pills in her hand, then at Landon, and croaked, "Water?" Landon paused, then got up to get her swater.

Abigail, unable to move much, struggled to take the pills. In her awkward position, she accidentally spilled the water all over her face, making her close her eyes uncontrollably. The pills dissolved in her mouth, spreading a bitter taste. She felt like her wound hurt even more. Landon had no choice but to call the doctor back.

This time, the doctor couldn't help but scold him, "Aren't you her family? Don't you know how to take care of her?" Hearing the word "family," Abigail, who was quietly wiping her face, paused and looked up at Landon.