Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn listened to these words, her eyes blurred with tears, yet she couldn't utter a single word.

Alexander's voice was calm as if he were telling someone else's story.

"I had a dog. It was disobedient, so I hit it. Maybe I pushed it too far, and it bit me." He looked at Kaitlyn calmly. "Even a dog will bite when it's extremely angry, let alone a person." Kaitlyn called out, "Alexander..."

Alexander said, "Get some rest. I need to go to the police station."

With that, Alexander rose and left the bedroom.

From beginning to end, Alexander's emotions were eerily stable. Rather than the heart-wrenching interrogations and fury, it was his calm demeanor that was truly terrifying.

Because Kaitlyn knew that he only showed no emotion when facing someone insignificant.

It wasn't worth it, nor was it necessary.

This was something Kaitlyn had once taught him.

Kaitlyn raised her hand to cover her face, closing her eyes in exhaustion, tears streaming down her cheeks.

No one had expected things to come to this point.

When had Alexander started to change so drastically?

Kaitlyn thought for a long time, vaguely remembering that it was about six years ago, after his car accident.

After he was discharged from the hospital, he never smiled the same way again and gradually began disregarding Kaitlyn's words.

Could a car accident really change a person's character?

Kaitlyn was lost in thought for a long time. Suddenly, she sat up straight, hurriedly grabbed her phone from the table, and called the hospital.

Kaitlyn asked, "Mr. Dawson, could you send me the treatment records from Alexander's car accident six years ago?"

"Six years ago?" Gabriel Dawson, the hospital's former director, was a bit surprised but said, "That shouldn't be a problem, but you'll have to wait a bit."

Kaitlyn said, "Alright, please do it as soon as possible."

Alexander walked into the living room, where he found the nanny teaching Quinn how to knit a sweater.

Quinn was clumsy and couldn't get the hang of it. After a long time, she hadn't even started properly.

The nanny held her hand, teaching her step by step. "Like this, through here, loop it around, then pull it through and that's it."

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Quinn found it fascinating. She tried it herself and succeeded this time, giving the nanny a delighted smile.

"Mr. Kennedy." The nanny quickly put down what she was holding and stood up.

Alexander tilted his head slightly, signaling her to leave.

The nanny picked up the things on the sofa and walked out.

Alexander cast a look at the item in Quinn's hands. "What are you knitting?"

Quinn gently pulled at her own clothes, signaling that she was knitting a piece of clothing.

Alexander asked again, "Who is it for?"

Quinn then affectionately rubbed her belly. After all, Alexander had mentioned it himself. She was expecting their baby; so naturally, the knitting was intended for the baby. She suddenly thought Alexander was quite dense.

Alexander pondered as he looked at Quinn for a moment, then smiled slightly. "Keep it up."

Quinn nodded, showing him her knitting needles, indicating she had learned and would soon have a garment for the baby.

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Quinn was so absorbed in the joy of knitting that she seemed not to hear Alexander's words as she continued to loop the yarn.

Alexander stood for a while, seeing that Quinn indeed ignored him, then turned and walked out.

He sat in the car and lit a cigarette.

Leaning against the car window, he watched the setting sun, his expression wistful.

After finishing his cigarette, Alexander drove to the police station.

Wayne's call records had already been retrieved, and the last call was to Dorothy.

Police said, "Dorothy Jackson is also missing now, and we can't find her anywhere. We strongly suspect that she is involved in this matter."

Alexander reviewed the documents, frowning. "No leads at all?"This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

A police answered, "None. It's surprising that Dorothy Jackson, at her age, has such strong counter-surveillance skills. If she is indeed the culprit, she must have planned this well in advance. But if she did this, she should know she can't escape." "What is she planning by hiding?" The officer pinned Dorothy's photo on the whiteboard.

Hearing the officer's words, Alexander began to look serious.