Love Unspoken

Alexander's persistence just made Quinn angrier.

Unable to push him away, she started hitting him wildly, using him as an outlet for her emotions. She kept striking his wounds until her hands felt sticky, losing count of the blows. Neither of them spoke; words seemed pointless.

Eventually, Alexander collapsed onto her but still held her tightly.

"I will find him," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind.

Quinn stared at the dark sky, gasping for breath, tears streaming down her face.

After a moment, she let out a low, sorrowful laugh, the same kind as Walter had earlier. When sadness peaked, sometimes all that's left was laughter.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Her laughter grew louder, almost hysterical. Even from a distance, Kyle could hear the sadness in it, unsure if she was crying or laughing.

Alexander closed his eyes, silent but still holding her.

No one knew how much time passed before Quinn quieted down. She lay on the ground, staring at the sky, tears still flowing.

Kyle arrived with his men and called softly, "Mr. Kennedy."

"Walter's men are all captured. Three are alive; the rest are dead. What should we do with them?" he reported.

There was no response from Alexander, who lay on top of Quinn.

Kyle smelled blood in the air and realized something was wrong. He quickly stepped forward and patted Alexander's shoulder.

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"Mr. Kennedy?"

There was still no response. Kyle confirmed Alexander had passed out and hurriedly called the bodyguards to pull him away.

At the hospital, Kyle brought Quinn along, adding two more bodyguards to watch over her. She sat dazed on a chair outside the operating room, her hair disheveled, and her face, body, and hands covered in dark red blood-some of it was Walter's, some Alexander's. Under the bright fluorescent lights, it looked eerie.

Kyle paced back and forth, occasionally glancing at Quinn. She stared at the floor, her eyes empty. She hadn't move a bit since she sat down.

Kyle couldn't help but ask, "Mrs. Kennedy, we don't know when the surgery will be over. Why don't you rest a bit?"

Quinn ignored him, not even blinking. At this moment, she truly embodied the meaning of despair.

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Kyle sighed and continued to wait.

An hour later, Kaitlyn arrived.

"Where's Alexander? How is he?" she asked, grabbing Kyle's hand.

Kyle reassured her. "We don't know yet. But the doctor said the wound wasn't in any vital organs, so he should be fine."

Though shot in the chest, it was on the right side. Unfortunately, he had lost a lot of blood by the time he was brought in. Kyle realized the excessive blood loss was likely because Alexander hadn't stopped the bleeding when he went to find Quinn.

When Quinn stood up, Alexander knew what she was going to do. Ignoring his own injuries, he ran to her, leading to the excessive blood loss.

Kaitlyn anxiously looked at the operating room, then turned to Quinn, as if she had thought of something.