Love Unspoken

Alexander was sprawled on the couch, holding an old, yellowed photo. He glanced over at Daniel, who sat across from him.

Daniel's burns were so severe that he barely looked like the guy in the picture.

Daniel's one good eye was locked on Alexander.

After a moment, Daniel broke the silence. "Why'd you bring me here?"

"You know why. Spill what you know and save yourself some pain," Alexander said coldly.

Daniel chuckled, his scarred face making the smile creepy.

"Look at me. I've already been through hell. What more can you do?" Daniel shot back.

Alexander smirked. He handed the photo to Sean, who was standing nearby, then pulled out a cigarette. Sean quickly lit it for him.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"You don't know me well. You can't even begin to imagine what I'm capable of doing to you," Alexander threatened.

Daniel didn't flinch. "Do your worst. No matter what, I won't talk."

Alexander, with smoke curling around his fingers, looked at him calmly. His smile, shrouded in smoke, turned more sinister.

"You've got guts," Alexander mused, "I like people with guts."

As if thinking of something, Alexander turned to Sean and said, "Bring Quinn here."

Daniel immediately sat up straighter. If his face wasn't burned, his changing expressions would be obvious.

"What are you gonna do?" Daniel's voice had a hint of nervousness.

Alexander's lips curled. "I told you, something you can't even begin to imagine."

"You're despicable!" Daniel could now guess Alexander's intentions. He could take any torture, but Quinn might not.

"You're smart. I'll ask you one question, and you better answer honestly," Alexander said.

"What question?" Daniel asked.

Alexander pulled out another photo and tossed it on the table. "Tell me his real name."

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Daniel's eyes fell on the photo. The guy in it wore a dark red suit, and was tall and slender, with a hand across his front and a smile on his lips. His slightly curly short hair hung down one side. The guy was strikingly beautiful, almost androgynous.

It was Walter.

Daniel stared at it for a long time, saying nothing.

"Don't tell me you don't know him," Alexander warned.

Daniel hesitated, then looked at Alexander. "He's the eldest son of the Mellon family, Mark Mellon."

Alexander laughed suddenly. "So we can't have an honest conversation, I see."

Daniel got a bit angry. "If you don't believe me, why bother asking?"

"Daniel, this is your last chance. Who is he really?" Alexander repeated his question seriously, then added, "I might know more than you think, so don't try to fool me. My patience is running thin, and I don't usually give second chances." Daniel clenched his fists.

The room fell silent. Walter's smiling photo lay quietly on the table, his smile eerie.

After a long pause, Daniel finally spoke up in his rough voice, "He's the adopted son of Mr. and Mrs. Mellon."

Alexander squinted.

Daniel paused, then said, "His name is Lucas Mellon."

Hearing the name, Alexander snapped his cigarette in half, his smile turning murderous.

"So it's him."

Daniel looked at Alexander in surprise. "You know him?"

"I've checked out the list of all the males in the Mellon family. He didn't match any of them, no wonder I couldn't find him."

Alexander sneered. If Quinn hadn't called out "Lucas" that day, he might never have found out.