Love Unspoken

Before long, Abigail hobbled out of the bedroom with a cane. She shut the door behind her and spotted Alexander not too far away, her face scrunching up in annoyance.

She stomped over to him, fuming. "Alexander, what the hell is going on? What did you do to her? You just called me to comfort her without telling me squat. The more I look at you, the madder I get!" Alexander just stood there, taking it all in, and then said, "It's none of your business."

Abigail let out an angry laugh. "Look at me. I'm still in the hospital, and I rushed over here just because you called. Now you tell me it's none of my business? If it's not my business, then why did you even bother calling me in the first place?" Alexander stayed calm and changed the subject, "Is she feeling any better?"

Abigail laughed again, even angrier. "I get it now. She turned out this way because you pissed her off, didn't you?"

She even gave him a sarcastic thumbs-up. "You're really something so good at pissing people off. Quinn is really unlucky to have met you."

If Abigail had said this before, Alexander would have thrown her out, but now, he barely reacted.

Instead, he nodded. "You're right."

Abigail was almost speechless.

After a bit, she mocked, "Are you starting to self-reflect?"

Alexander didn't say anything. He leaned on the railing, staring off into the distance, lost in thought.

Abigail waited for a while, and when he still didn't speak, she pressed, "Alexander, what exactly happened? Tell me, or how can I persuade her?"This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

She pushed, "Say something, aren't you good at talking?"

Alexander turned to look at her. "Say what?"

Abigail was furious.

She asked, "Then let me ask you, what are your feelings for her?"

This time he answered bluntly, "You don't need to know."

Abigail stormed off, hobbling away angrily with her cane. "Don't call me again!"

"This crazy lunatic, how could anyone possibly like him."

Abigail cursed all the way from the house to the yard, and her cursing could still be heard inside the villa.

Olivia glanced at Alexander, then looked up and met his gaze, which scared her into immediately lowering her head.

"Am I really that annoying?" Alexander asked.

Olivia chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Ms. Vanderbilt is just standing up for Mrs. Kennedy."

Alexander walked to the bedroom door, pushed it open, and saw that Quinn was already asleep.

He closed the door and went straight downstairs.

Although Abigail was angry and said she wouldn't come again, she still came the next day.

But Quinn only talked for a short time, maybe no more than an hour, before she couldn't stay awake any longer and fell asleep. Every day after that, Abigail would come to see Quinn. However, despite all her efforts, Quinn showed no signs of improvement.

And Alexander's face grew darker by the day.

Now everyone in the villa was living in fear, treading carefully.

Since Soren was caught after his last escape attempt, he didn't dare to run away again. Alexander was now looking for someone to vent his anger on, so if Soren got caught again, he might not be so lucky. Kyle came into the living room with some documents. As expected, Alexander was watching TV again.

Every time he came, Alexander was watching cartoons. Kyle didn't know how many times Alexander had watched the same cartoon; just hearing the sound made Kyle want to vomit.

Kyle said, "Mr. Kennedy, these are the documents that need your signature."

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Alexander sat with his arms crossed, eyes glued to the TV.

It was hard to imagine a man in a suit and tie sitting there so seriously watching cartoons.

"Mr. Kennedy," Kyle called again.

Alexander glanced at him and said, "Leave them."

Kyle awkwardly placed the documents on the coffee table and reported, "Landon hasn't shown up. We've checked the Apex Holdings Group but found no trace of him. We don't know if he's left Amber Bay or is planning something." Alexander picked up the remote and switched to the next episode. "Keep an eye on Aurora. Don't worry about anything else."

"Understood," Kyle replied.

"Kyle," Alexander suddenly called.

"Yes, Mr. Kennedy."

Alexander asked him, "What do you do when you're alone?"

"What do you mean?" Kyle asked, confused.

Alexander explained, "If you had to live alone for the rest of your life, what would you do when you're by yourself?"