Love Unspoken

Quinn pretended not to hear. She pulled up the brim of her hat, lowered her head, and walked out.

Finally, cracks appeared on Alexander's face, which Xavier subtly noted. Xavier had no intention of leaving; he wanted to know what happened between Alexander and Quinn. Alexander chuckled, extending his slender fingers to loosen his tie. Upon closer inspection, his smile bore more anger than amusement.

With a barely perceptible lift of his eyebrows, Xavier remarked, "It seems you have more pressing matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave."

Alexander's gaze returned to Xavier's face. "Why rush? I have an appointment. Won't you accompany me to meet this individual, brother-in-law?"

After casting a few more glances at Alexander, Xavier pondered for a moment and remained silent.

Meanwhile, after Quinn emerged, Miller quickly followed suit, determined not to let Quinn get lost again.

Quinn walked along the road outside the villa for a long while after leaving. Eventually, her strength waned, and she sat down by the roadside to catch her breath.

Lifting her hand, she gazed at her fingers, a hint of bewilderment flickering in her eyes. Why was her body so frail now?

After walking for some time, she began to be breathless, her heart rate accelerating.

Miller stood by her, wanting to persuade her to go back, but seeing the stubborn expression on Quinn's face, the words died on her lips, and she could only follow her silently.

Quinn took out her phone and hailed a cab to the Kennedy Residence.

She boarded the cab, with Miller following suit.

Quinn turned to look at Miller, saying nothing as they both sat quietly until they reached the Kennedy Residence.

Upon disembarking, Quinn gazed at the iron gate ahead with a deep breath and stepped inside. The security guard recognized her and naturally did not attempt to block her way.

Inside, Quinn's eyes scanned the surroundings. Many familiar faces and an equal number of strangers populated the villa. Upon entering the living room, the butler approached her. "Mrs. Kennedy?" Though rumors circulated about her divorce from Alexander, lacking direct confirmation from him, they still considered Quinn to be Alexander's wife.

Upon hearing this address, Quinn looked around and finally gazed at the elderly butler, pointing to herself in confirmation.

Was he calling out to her?

The butler chuckled, "Mrs. Kennedy, have you come to see Ms. Kaitlyn? She has been resting in her room for the past few days due to a cold. Shall I lead you upstairs?"

Still dazed by the addressing of Mrs. Kennedy, Quinn absentmindedly nodded in agreement.

The butler gestured for her to follow and led the way. Arriving at Kaitlyn's door, he knocked and announced, " Ms. Kaitlyn, Mrs. Kennedy is here to see you."

Currently suffering from a severe headache, Kaitlyn's pain intensified upon hearing her name. She had been sick for days, with no sign of Alexander. Instead, this mute person had returned.

Just hearing her name now triggered anger in Kaitlyn. She even harbored thoughts of personally killing this mute, but she immediately recalled Alexander's warning and threats. Her role as a mother no longer held any sway over Alexander.

If there was no foolproof plan, she could not rashly act against Quinn anymore.

Annoyed, she replied, "I don't want to see her. Send her away!"

The old butler hesitated, glancing at Quinn, who most likely overheard.

However, Quinn did not insist. Kaitlyn never treated her kindly, and she had grown accustomed to it.

Besides, she had come to see Alexander.

Following the butler downstairs, Quinn looked up at him, noticing how much older he appeared, his gaze clouded compared to before.

She couldn't comprehend why everyone seemed different after she woke up that day.