Love Unspoken

Walter dialed Alexander's number, the phone ringing persistently for a full minute. Just as it was on the brink of disconnecting automatically, the call was answered.

"What's up, Walter?" Alexander's voice came through the line, steady and unperturbed, as if the world was spinning at its usual pace.

A chuckle escaped Walter's lips as he responded, "Nothing much. Freya paid me a visit and shared some things. I felt the need to express my gratitude to you." "Oh? What for?" Alexander inquired.

"I wanted to thank you for helping me. I'm aware it's partly for Freya's sake, but after some contemplation, I thought it right to express my appreciation," Walter explained, his words carefully chosen, a subtle probe into Alexander's reactions. A pause ensued before Alexander queried, "What did she tell you?"

"Nothing of great significance. I'm aware you don't want to burden me further and must have instructed her to be discreet, but the poor girl let something slip."

"Is that so?" Alexander's laughter echoed Walter's earlier chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm just reaching out to genuinely thank you."

Alexander pondered for a moment before responding, "No thanks necessary. It's what I ought to do. If there's nothing else, focus on your work." "Understood."

With that, the call ended. Alexander's eyes narrowed thoughtfully as he glanced at the contract resting on the passenger seat.

Suddenly, he made a decision to drive out.

Instead of returning to his office, he headed straight to the villa.

Upon arrival, he ascended the stairs and attempted to push open the door to his study. It resisted at first, but with a little more force, it swung open. Quinn was the obstacle blocking the doorway she was sprawled on the ground, curled up. It was unclear whether she was asleep or had fainted. Alexander bent down and scooped her into his arms.

He carried Quinn to the bed and promptly dialed the doctor's number.

The young doctor arrived in haste, abandoning everything when he heard Quinn had collapsed.

Panting at the threshold, the doctor asked, "Alexander, what happened to Quinn again?"

Alexander gestured towards the bed, indicating for a second opinion. "I'm not sure; see what you can make of it."

The doctor nodded and, setting down his medical bag, rushed over to Quinn's side. He took her wrist in his hand, checking her pulse with a practiced touch. He turned to Alexander, frustration barely concealed in his expression.

Alexander's gaze hardened, a threatening undertone to his voice. "What's wrong with her?"

The doctor, visibly rattled by Alexander's intensity, swallowed hard. "Well... it appears she fainted from distress."

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He chose to reveal only half of the truth. The last thing he wanted was for Alexander to demand a cure he couldn't provide and then face the repercussions of failure. Such a daunting prospect made honesty even more intimidating. Suddenly, Alexander seized the doctor by the collar, hoisting him off his feet as his demeanor shifted from composed to chilling.

"I'm giving you one last chance. Tell me what's really happening with her."

The doctor mustered his courage. "She..."

Alexander interrupted, "You assured me her health was fine, but I suspect you're lying to me."

"I..." The doctor's forehead was slick with nervous sweat, struggling to articulate Quinn's complex condition.

Alexander persisted. "If I take her to the hospital and the diagnosis differs from what you've told me, do you understand the consequences?"

The doctor's knees wobbled as he nodded, his voice barely audible. "Yes, I understand."