Love Unspoken

Alexander sat down beside her and held her foot to examine the wound. "Is your leg still hurting today?"

Quinn nodded slightly and gestured that it was not very painful, just a bit itchy.

"Itchy is a good sign. It's scabbing. Don't scratch it, and it'll heal soon."

Quinn asked, "What happened to my leg?"

Alexander remained silent for a moment, then said, "You fell."

Quinn furrowed her brows. She couldn't figure out how she could have fallen to hurt her leg like this.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Quinn's cheek, his eyes showing emotions that Quinn couldn't understand.

But for some reason, Quinn suddenly felt an urge to cry, a sourness that came without reason.

Not long after, Soren finished preparing the food and came out wearing an apron. He said, "Quinn, Mr. Dine."

Alexander regained his composure and told Quinn calmly, "You go ahead and eat."

Quinn asked, "What about you?"

Alexander replied, "I'll join you later." Quinn looked at him for a moment, nodded, and went to the dining room. Alexander, on the other hand, called Soren into his study.

Soren stood in the study, feeling the heavy tension in the air, which made his heart race. Alexander's cold gaze fell on Soren's face. Soren's head lowered further and further, to the point where he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

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Unable to bear Alexander's scrutinizing gaze, Soren took the initiative and asked, "Sir, is there something you want to ask me?" Alexander lit a cigarette and furrowed his brows as he smoked. Soren waited for a while, swallowed, and mustered up the courage to look up at Alexander.

Even though he was still wearing a suit and looked tall, handsome, and dignified, he seemed melancholic. The air was filled with the drifting smoke, and the man's expression had turned dull.

Soren asked again, "Sir? If there's nothing, I'll..." Before he could finish his sentence, Alexander interrupted, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Soren hesitated, unable to recall which matter Alexander was referring to. He tentatively asked, "Is it about Quinn's health?" Alexander glanced at him but didn't directly address it. He simply said, "Just tell me."

These three simple words made Soren feel anxious. He didn't ask anything specific; just told Soren to speak. It was clearly a test. If Soren spoke and didn't give the correct answer, would he die? "Well? Soren, you don't know anything?"

Soren was startled and hurriedly said, "I do know. It's just that you previously said..." He stole a glance at Alexander's expression and whispered, "Didn't you say that you didn't need to be informed about anything regarding Quinn in the future?"

After Soren said this, the temperature in the room dropped to a freezing point, causing Soren to shiver. "I'll give you another chance. Speak," Alexander said calmly, but his tone carried an unmistakable sense of coercion.

Soren kept his head down and stuttered, "Quinn, she's ill." Alexander remained silent, waiting patiently. The cigarette in his hand had burned halfway, and the remaining ash was on the verge of falling. During the long silence, the ash finally couldn't bear the weight and fell onto the wooden table.

Determined, Soren gathered his courage and said, "She has Alzheimer's disease. I wanted to tell you when you got divorced last time, but you..."

Alexander didn't change his expression and raised his hand to extinguish the cigarette in the ashtray before casually asking, "What will happen to her?"

"You've seen it... she's been having increasing difficulty remembering things."

"What I mean is, what will happen in the end?"