Love Unspoken

Quinn stared at him, her emotions unclear.

She stayed silent for a long time, tears welling up and eventually streaming down her cheeks.

Alexander glanced at the berries in his hand and said, "Forget it."

Quinn pressed her lips together and leaned against the tree trunk. The sunlight in her eyes was blinding.

She closed her eyes, and in a daze, images long forgotten began to flash through her mind.

A dream dragged her back to that painful past.

Blood, fire, and screams filled the air.

Her mother's body turned cold.

When a ray of light pierced the darkness, she saw his face.

It was Ulysses, the man who had taken her home back then.

She had never expected that beneath that kind face was a heart full of malice.

All these years, she had lived with her enemy, treating him as family and her protector.

If her parents knew, they would think she was a disgrace to the Mellon family.

What was even more laughable was that despite all the scorn and abuse, she still deeply loved Alexander and treated him like a god.

Tears slid down her cheeks.

In her nightmare, the memories of the past twenty years seemed to be replayed.

Each scene mocked her, laughed at her ignorance, and laughed at her for treating her enemy as family.

She also dreamed of her parents' disappointed faces. They stared at her, eyes full of hatred and blame.

She felt that she had become an unforgivable sinner, betraying everyone in the Mellon family and everyone who loved her.

Their silence was the cruelest weapon.

Silently, it stabbed her heart, again and again.

Quinn stumbled and ran towards her parents, wanting to throw herself into their arms like she did as a child.

But no matter how hard she ran, she couldn't reach them.

She fell to the ground, looking at their distant, unreachable faces.

"Mom, do you hate me?"

"I'm sorry. I was wrong. Please don't abandon me."

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"I really know I was wrong."

She lay on the ground, tears streaming, reaching out to grab Sophia's hand.

In the past, whenever she cried, Sophia would come over, pick her up, and gently comfort her.

But now, even though she was crying so sadly, Sophia still looked at her coldly.

"I was wrong. I know I was wrong, Mom."

She cried her heart out, but her family remained indifferent.

Never had Quinn felt so deserving of death.

"No wonder I've dreamed so many times, and you never wanted to hug me."

Quinn lay on the ground, repeatedly apologizing to the shadows of Sophia and Henry.

"I'm guilty. I deserve to die."

"I'm the sinner of the Mellon family."

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

"Quinn, wake up."

"Quinn!"

Quinn's body trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Through her tear-blurred vision, she couldn't see Alexander's face clearly.

She looked at him blankly, tears silently flowing.

"I'll take you back," Alexander said softly.

He touched her cheek, wiping away her tears.

Her vision gradually became clear.

Her gaze fixed on his face, yet her eyes reflected only emptiness.

Even so, she still clearly captured the fleeting panic in his eyes.

She slowly raised her hand, placed it on his chest, and pushed hard.

Unguarded, Alexander was pushed to the ground though Quinn didn't use much force.

He sat there, staring at her, his face showing unprecedented embarrassment.