Love Unspoken

"Mr. Kennedy!"

Olivia dropped the tray and bolted over to help him, yelling, "Soren, get over here!"

Soren dashed in and grabbed Alexander from the other side. "Oops, why are you bleeding like a stuck pig?"

Alexander steadied himself and plopped down. "I'm good."

Soren smirked, thinking, 'To this guy, only death is a big deal.'

He slapped some more meds on and bandaged Alexander up, reminding him, "Mr. Kennedy, the cut ain't bad, but you're bleeding like crazy. Do this two more times, and you're toast." Alexander shut his eyes and leaned back on the couch. "Get out."

Soren frowned and exchanged a look with Olivia. She nodded, and they slipped out quietly.

The room went dead silent, and even the bright lights felt icy.

When Quinn woke up the next day, the room was empty.

She pushed herself up and sat up. After starving for two days, she was as weak as a kitten. She struggled out of bed, opened the bedroom door, and walked out.

The bodyguards in the hallway snapped to attention as soon as they saw her, eyes glued to her.

Quinn made her way downstairs, bodyguards everywhere, watching her like hawks.

"Mrs. Kennedy, you're up. Want some grub?" Olivia rushed over, reaching out to steady her.

Quinn shook her head and kept heading for the door.

Just as she got to the front door, Nathan blocked her.

Quinn looked up at him. "I need to go to the hospital."

"Mr. Kennedy said you're not in great shape right now. You should wait till you're better before heading out."

She knew he'd say that.

She gave a bitter smile and turned back.

She looked so frail, like a stiff breeze could knock her over.

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Before going back to the bedroom, she saw Kyle hurrying to the study and paused with her hand on the door.

In the study, Alexander was half-lying on the couch, eyes closed, resting.

All the curtains were drawn, making the room dark, with just a sliver of light sneaking in.

Kyle came in and quickly walked over to the couch, handing some papers to Alexander.

"Mr. Kennedy." Kyle hesitated, looking at him with a complicated expression.

Alexander opened his eyes and stared at him. "Spit it out."

Kyle handed him the papers. "Our men found a body at the bottom of the mountain, but it's so messed up from the water, you can't tell who it is." Alexander sat up, took the papers, and flipped through the photos.

The body was in bad shape, but the height, clothes, and hairstyle matched Walter's, even the bullet wounds were the same.

Alexander frowned. "Did you do a DNA test?"

Kyle replied, "We did, but there's no DNA of Walter in the system, so we can't confirm it's him."

Alexander looked at the photos again. "Three days, and it's this messed up."

Kyle explained, "Yeah, the forensic guy said the water there is nasty, full of microorganisms. So this kind of decay in three days is normal." After he finished, he glanced at Alexander's face.

Alexander still had a furrowed brow, looking seriously troubled. Kyle asked softly, "Mr. Kennedy, you got any other doubts?"

"Where's the body?" Alexander asked.

Kyle replied, "At the funeral home."

Alexander suddenly stood up and stormed out of the study.

"Mr. Kennedy, you should stay home and rest. The doc said you..." Kyle's words trailed off as he saw Alexander stop at the door. He looked up, his face going pale. Quinn was standing at the door.