Love Unspoken

"Stop!" Wayne interrupted her. "If this is the reason you called me. I gotta go." Dorothy's voice came to an abrupt halt, and tears welled up in her cloudy eyes.

Seeing this, Wayne's expression softened once again. He spoke cautiously, "Let's not dwell on it. Overthinking will only make things more complicated. Even though Valerie is gone, you have me. If you ever need my help in the future, tell me. I'll do my best."

Dorothy swallowed her tears and forced a smile. "You said it. Alright, I won't say anymore. Let's drink."

With that, she poured Wayne another glass.

Since it was red wine, Wayne didn't think much of it and drank another glass.

Dorothy poured him another glass.

Wayne finally sensed something was off, "What are you up to?"

Dorothy gave him a look. "Aren't we just drinking?"

Wayne said, "Nobody drinks in this manner."

Observing his reaction, Dorothy halted pouring him more wine and set down the decanter. "Okay, we won't drink anymore," she declared.

Wayne studied her face, detecting that something was amiss. If anything, it was her unnatural composure.

She was too calm, not at all like someone who had just lost a daughter and needed company.

She didn't appear as fragile as she sounded on the phone, and she didn't seem interested in reminiscing after years apart or reigniting an old flame.

All these oddities led him to conclude that Dorothy had ulterior motives.

Wayne asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Dorothy stared at him intensely. Her eyes, once gentle, now held a coldness that made Wayne shiver.

"What do I want?" she said. "There's much I want to do. I want to avenge my daughter. I want to send you to hell to apologize to Valerie. But above all, I want to curse you, to make every single one of you Kennedys pay for what you did to my daughter.

Wayne stood up abruptly, staring at Dorothy in shock as if he couldn't believe such horrifying words could come from such a dignified and elegant person.

Wayne said, "You're crazy. It seems you've been too heartbroken and have lost your mind. You should see a doctor."

Dorothy laughed. "I'm very clear-headed. It's you who are selfish, hypocritical, and deceitful. People like you shouldn't exist in this world."

"You..." Wayne wanted to leave, but the next second, his face changed.

He clutched his chest, his face quickly turning red, and he collapsed weakly back onto the sofa.

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Dorothy stood up and walked slowly to him, looking down at him. "Take a guess."

"Crazy, truly crazy!" Wayne panted, his face flushed, struggling to pull out his phone to make a call.

The next second, Dorothy snatched his phone away.

Dorothy said, "Don't waste your energy. No one can save you."

Wayne stared at her in horror. At this moment, Dorothy's face was twisted and sinister, like a vengeful ghost. Wayne was truly scared.

Wayne shouted, "Viper... you're nothing but a viper! Have you lost your will to live?"

Dorothy sneered, her words filled with bitterness. "Finally catching on, are you? I've had no desire to live for a while now. Do you still see me as the person you once controlled? Let me make it clear, my sole purpose now is to avenge Valerie. I won't just end your life. I'll eliminate every member of the Kennedys family. However, you won't witness it because... you'll perish before them."

Dorothy's declaration of not wanting to live completely extinguished Wayne's hope.