Love Unspoken

"Mr. Soren, are you okay?" Miller hurried over to assist him.

Shakily, Soren stood up, rubbing his waist and then his arm, waving off reassuringly, still trembling from the ordeal. "I'm okay." Kindly cautioning Miller, he said, "Be careful these days, don't provoke Alexander, he might kill someone."

Miller turned pale, staring at Soren in shock, "What?"

As they spoke, Alexander descended from upstairs, causing them to immediately fall silent, scurrying away to a discreet corner.

Alexander appeared impeccably dressed in a suit as if the angry man from moments ago was not him at all.

His countenance remained indifferent as he descended the stairs without a glance and left the premises, the sound of a car horn echoing a few minutes later.

Finally relieved, Soren procured some medicine, asking Miller to help him apply it. Observing the bruising on Soren's arm, Miller was convinced of the truth in his words. Alexander was truly terrifying, resorting to violence at the slightest provocation.

The bruises elsewhere were from the fall down the stairs, but the injury to his arm was the most severe.

After Alexander left this time, without returning for three days or inquiring about Quinn's circumstances.

Quinn remained unconscious for the same duration. When she awakened, her entire body ached, and she struggled to sit up several times.

Continuing his visits, Soren visibly exhaled with relief upon seeing Quinn awake. "Wonderful, Quinn, you're finally awake," he exclaimed, hurrying over to check her pulse. Turning her head, Quinn gazed at Soren with confusion.

After examining her, Soren glanced at Quinn with a complex expression. "Quinn, do you remember what happened?"

Prompted by his inquiry, Quinn's gaze glazed over for a moment, the pains in her body serving as painful reminders of recent events.

Gradually, fragmented memories flooded her mind, piecing together an incomplete picture.

Her eyes widened suddenly.

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Observing her reaction, Soren inferred her recollection and promptly began jotting down notes.

"It seems your condition has stabilized a bit. As I suspect, being as young as you are, it's improbable for it to deteriorate so rapidly."

Reflecting on the words of the elderly professor, he explained that the forgotten memories stemmed from deep-seated anguish, prompting selective amnesia during episodes of illness. And now, her memories are stuck at the age of 18; before that, all her memories were beautiful, lacking the urgency in her subconscious to forget.

Quinn struggled to comprehend his words.

However, due to their prolonged interaction, Soren could almost decipher most of what she tried to convey from her eyes.

Soren offered a general explanation of her condition, regardless of whether Quinn fully grasped it or not.

Cautioning her, he added, "You must remain vigilant. Your condition could worsen at any time, with potential complications like cognitive impairment and memory loss still looming." After delivering his speech, Soren lowered his gaze, only to find Quinn staring back at him blankly.

"Don't you understand?"

Quinn nodded in acknowledgment-she couldn't comprehend the intricacies of the illness or how it was getting worse, finding it all very confusing.

Sighing, Soren said, "Forget it, I'll go get your medication."

In the kitchen, as he poured out the brewed medicine, a thought occurred to him, prompting a call to Alexander.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

After a dozen rings, the call finally connected.

"Speak," Alexander's voice remained stoic, devoid of fluctuation.

"Alexander, I just wanted to inform you that Quinn has awakened."