Love Unspoken

Looking at the lights in the operating room, Kyle finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned his head and saw Quinn crying beside him, tears streaming down her face.

Kyle looked a bit awkward, but he still comforted her, "Quinn, don't worry. Mr. Kennedy will be fine."

Quinn looked at him through teary eyes, pursed her lips, and gestured, "He was fine before."

Kyle had limited understanding of sign language, only grasping a few signs. Therefore, he could only guess and comfort her, saying earnestly, "The doctor mentioned that he's resilient. When the two of you were alone on the island, if he didn't put up a strong front, how could you have felt at ease?"

Listening to his words, Quinn cried even more.

She gestured beside him for a long time, but Kyle couldn't understand at all. He could grasp a sentence or two, but beyond that, he was completely lost.

After a while, Kyle could only awkwardly chuckle and comfort her, "Alright, don't overthink. He's been through so many days; a little more won't make a difference. He'll be fine for sure."

Quinn thought what he said made sense, but she couldn't help but worry.

While they were on the island, his wound reopened several times, but he acted as if nothing had happened. He continued to fish, gather fruits, and barbecue for her.

Why did he become like this as soon as they returned?

Kyle observed her expression and knew she was blaming herself.

But it was understandable. Alexander's previous injuries from the car accident hadn't healed yet, and he went to find her and got injured because of her. He had the reason to feel guilty.

If Quinn hadn't gone to the restroom just now, causing him anxiety, he might have wanted to postpone it. In reality, it wasn't Alexander's fault.

After finally finding her, she disappeared again before he could even settle down. It was only natural for him to feel impatient in such a situation.

Quinn paced back and forth outside, crying anxiously, while Kyle was busy comforting her.

Kyle thought of something, stopped in his tracks, and looked at Volume beside him, "Volume, don't tell anyone about this."

Volume nodded knowingly, "I understand."

If people knew Alexander's injuries, his enemies might seize this opportunity to attack him.

Volume was certainly aware of this fact.

After Volume's assurance, Kyle relaxed a bit and looked worriedly at the operating room. Kyle said, "That's annoying."

Perhaps Alexander didn't want the surgery either. That was what he was worried about.

Landon was still watching like a hawk.

Kyle was unsure of Landon's current situation. While waiting for Alexander to come out, he stepped outside to make a phone call and check on Landon's condition. The update he received was the same as before: Landon was still in the hospital and had not been discharged.

Kyle thought for a moment and instructed, "Try getting his medical records."

"Okay."

It had been so long that Kyle found it hard to believe that Landon could be more severely injured than Alexander.

With people both inside and outside Landon's room, it was impossible for ordinary individuals to enter, hence they were unaware of his condition.

At this moment, Wayne was sitting in the ward, peeling oranges for Landon.

Wayne said, "I heard that he returned to Sylvadora."

Both of them knew who he was referring to.

Landon was already awake, but he was unable to move, leaning against the headboard of the bed. In addition to the wounds on his back, his hand was in a cast.

His complexion was ashen, showing no vitality.

In comparison to Alexander, he wasn't faring much better.

"He's really lucky." A faintly ironic smile appeared on Landon's pale face.