Love Unspoken

Walter reached out and gently tucked a stray hair behind her ear, a gesture more tender than ever before. "Alright, I'll take you home," he said softly.

At that moment, he dropped all his pretenses, showing a tenderness that matched his appearance. This was the real him.

He held Quinn by the arms and helped her up from the ground.

Quinn leaned against him as they slowly walked out of the woods.

The dappled shadows of the trees fell on them, their fragmented silhouettes stretching behind them.

When they were kids, he would hold her hand and walk her home from school, just like how he did now. The only difference was that there was a touch more loneliness right now.

Lonely, they leaned on each other.

In this world, they only had each other left.

As for what Walter had done to her before, Quinn didn't hate him.

Because she felt he wasn't wrong.

She even thought, 'I deserve to be punished. I don't deserve to live.'

'I have let down the Mellons family, Sophia, and Henry.'

'And also Lucas.'

'I should have borne all this hatred, but I let him face it alone for so many years. He shouldn't have borne this.' 'How could I dare to hate him?'

"So, was what happened back then related to the Kennedys family?" Walter's voice echoed in the woods. "Yes."

"Then it seems I didn't find the wrong people," Walter replied.

Quinn closed her eyes and began to recall the past again. When she saw Ulysses, many people were standing behind him and she witnessed them shooting. When Ulysses picked her up from the bodies, his subordinate was about to shoot her.

Ulysses raised his hand to stop him. "No."

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"Ulysses, keeping her might bring endless trouble."

Ulysses waved his hand, looking around at the bodies, and sighed wistfully.

"I worked with her grandfather. Let's leave a descendant for their family."

He bent down slightly, showing a kind smile to Quinn. "Quinn, do you know who I am?"

Quinn stared at him with her clear eyes, fearless and unhurt. She shook her head blankly.

"Then how about I take you home?" Ulysses asked.

Quinn tilted her head, stared at him for a long time, then cautiously reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

At that moment, there was tenderness in his eyes. Ignoring his subordinates' objections, he picked her up.

"Let's go home!" His voice carried a hint of delight.

Alexander looked at the woods outside the car window, his expression inscrutable.

Kyle glanced at him several times, then looked outside, thinking, 'Quinn hasn't come out yet.'

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"Mr. Kennedy, why don't we head back first and let Sean bring Quinn back later?" Kyle suggested.

Alexander withdrew his gaze, staring blankly at a certain spot ahead. "Will she come back?"

His voice was hard to read, almost like he was talking to himself.

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Kyle didn't know that Quinn had regained her memory. In his mind, her recollection remained fixed on when she was a naive five-year-old girl. He thought she had nowhere to go and had to rely on Alexander. Alexander didn't respond, the sound of a lighter was his only reply to Kyle.

"Drive," Alexander demanded.

Kyle nodded and drove the car away.

Back at Regal Riverside, Soren was already waiting in the living room.

Olivia, who had been knocked out earlier, now had her head bandaged. Standing at the door and seeing Alexander in such a disheveled state, she trembled with fear. "Mr. Kennedy, I'm sorry, I..."

Alexander raised his hand to interrupt her, walked past her, and headed straight inside.