Love Unspoken

The sunlight outside was perfect, streaming through the window and lighting up her pale face.

Dust particles floated in the air, barely visible.

She stood in the light, which cast a light tint over her. She seemed to be transparent as if she might vanish any second.

Alexander held her hand, gently rubbing the back with his thumb. "You took your medicine. You'll get better soon," he said softly. Quinn stared at him, tears glistening in her eyes.

The bedside phone rang, breaking the peaceful moment. Quinn glanced at it; the call was from an unknown number. Alexander sighed and answered.

Whatever was said made his face darken with coldness, and even the temperature in the room seemed to drop a bit.

He hung up, turned off the phone, and pocketed it.

Looking back at Quinn, he said, "The weather is nice today, how about I take you out to get some sun?"

Quinn looked out the window. The sunlight was warm but not harsh, and she could see the scenery outside.

She saw swallows flying by and nodded.

Alexander pulled back the covers and lifted her from the bed.

He carried her downstairs to the yard, where Soren brought a chair for her.

She tilted her head slightly, noticing the willow tree starting to sprout, birds flitting through its branches, chirping away.

The flowers by the garden wall had buds, ready to bloom.

Alexander stood by her side, quietly following her gaze.

Soren and Olivia stood behind them, looking at their backs with a sense of melancholy.

Olivia whispered, "Soren, is Quinn going to die soon?"

She was almost thirty years older than Quinn but still strong and healthy, while Quinn was so young yet so fragile.

Not long ago, she was lively and energetic.

Soren sighed at Olivia's words, saying nothing.

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Last year, he had said Quinn's test results showed she wouldn't live long, but he thought she had at least eight years.

Now, it seemed she might not even make it eight months.

And the one responsible for all this was Alexander, who was standing right beside her.

Even though he was trying to make amends now, his presence was deeply ironic.

Soren said, "Forget it, and go do your own thing."

Olivia nodded. She had planned to tidy up the living room, but Abigail hadn't come in the past two days, and Quinn hadn't gotten out of bed, so the house was clean and didn't need tidying. She found herself with nothing to do.

Quinn sat outside for a while and started to feel sleepy.

She tugged on Alexander's hand and said weakly, "Alexander, I'm tired."

Alexander was slightly taken aback and looked down at her.

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In the sunlight, she looked listless, her eyes about to close.

"I'll carry you upstairs."

Just as he picked her up, several cars suddenly came outside the iron gate.

The cars stopped, and seven or eight people got out.

They walked directly to Alexander.

"Mr. Kennedy, we have some questions for you."

"Wait for a while."

Alexander was about to walk away with Quinn when John quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

"Mr. Kennedy, we asked you politely and showed you respect. We hope you can respect us in return and cooperate with our investigation."

Alexander's expression grew colder. "I said wait for a while!" he snapped.

"Mr. Kennedy..."

Alexander cut him off, "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you about to die?"