Love Unspoken

Alexander let out a laugh through clenched teeth. "Quinn, I'm gonna live just fine. And trust me, I'll make sure you do too." "Remember, my promise hinges on you playing ball with my treatment. Otherwise, your whole plan's toast."

Quinn sighed, shutting her eyes in exhaustion. "Whatever."

"Get some rest." Alexander pulled up the blanket, tucking her in, and then walked out of the bedroom.

Once he hit the study, all the bottled-up emotions exploded. He swept everything off the desk, his face dark and terrifying.

Quinn upstairs couldn't hear it, but the folks downstairs sure did, and they were quiet as mice.

Before long, he made a call and asked Soren to come upstairs.

Soren looked at Olivia with a mournful expression.

Olivia gave him a sympathetic and good luck look.

Soren, trembling, knocked on the study door and shuffled to the sofa like he was approaching a judge's seat.

Soren stammered, "Mr. Kennedy, is there something you need?"

Alexander yanked at his shirt collar, and with too much force, the buttons popped off. This revealed the bandages on his chest, already stained with blood, with a large patch of red on the white bandage. Alexander said in a cold voice, "Change the bandage."

Soren was stunned for a moment, not quite processing it. 'Has Alexander calmed down after his outburst?' Soren wondered.

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"I'll get the medical kit," Soren stuttered and quickly ran out. In less than two minutes, he returned with the kit.

Alexander sat casually on the sofa, letting Soren remove the bandages. The wound had indeed reopened, with fresh blood continuously oozing out.

His chest had more than just this one wound. The scar from the last surgery hadn't faded, and it wasn't far from this gunshot wound.

There was also a scar on his back, likely from when Landon stabbed him last time.

Soren whispered, "Mr. Kennedy, this needs to be stitched up again. I didn't bring any anesthetic."

"No need."

Soren wiped his sweat, sterilized the medical instruments, put on medical gloves, and carefully began stitching the wound.

He tried to distract Alexander, saying, "Mr. Kennedy, your wound hasn't fully healed yet. You gotta avoid overexertion and emotional rollercoasters, or it'll mess with the healing."

Despite Alexander's lively demeanor, Soren knew the severity of his injuries. Even though the bullet hadn't hit any vital organs, it was still a gunshot wound, and he had lost so much blood.

It was no exaggeration to say that Alexander probably couldn't even beat him now; one punch could knock Alexander down.

Of course, he only dared to think about it and wouldn't dare to try.

"How's Quinn doing now?" Alexander ignored his words.

As Soren heard this, his hand shook, causing the needle to go off course and stab directly into the wound.

Soren fell silent.

When he looked up, he met Alexander's cold gaze.

He swallowed hard, hurriedly lowered his head, and focused all his attention on the wound. "Mrs. Kennedy's condition isn't looking good. Her health's going downhill. Maybe we should take her to the hospital?" Alexander snapped, "Didn't you say her physical weakness was due to emotional distress? Will the hospital help?"

Soren's hand almost shook again, but he managed to hold it steady. He pretended to be calm and said, "Maybe other doctors have ways to counsel her."

Alexander's probing gaze swept over his face, as if he was trying to see through him.

Alexander declared threateningly, "Soren, if I catch you lying to me again, you're dead."

Soren used all his concentration to keep from trembling.

Alexander exuded a menacing aura from head to toe. Being this close to him felt like having a sword hanging over Soren's head, ready to fall at any moment, sending a chill down his neck.