Love Unspoken

Despite the unfolding drama, he found himself devoid of a motive. Who could be behind it all?

Wayne was consumed by the enigma, racking his brain for every possible suspect. However, beyond Alexander, the only remaining candidate was... Valerie's husband. "What's not what?" Alexander parroted, his tone laced with curiosity.

"Nothing."Quinn's eyes roamed over Alexander's countenance. In stark contrast to Wayne's gloom, he seemed remarkably serene.

As serene as a bystander to the unfolding drama. Yet, it made sense; Quinn had no deep ties to Valerie. They weren't kin by blood, and given his stoic nature, even if Valerie's death was confirmed, he likely wouldn't grieve.

With this realization, Quinn's gaze grew distant once more. Perhaps he was the sort of man who wouldn't mourn anyone's passing.Kaitlyn could collide with a tree right before his eyes, and he wouldn't flinch, his indifference towards Wayne was even more pronounced.

If she were to die one day, would he regard her with the same apathy he displayed towards Kaitlyn, not even sparing her a second glance? The car was shrouded in an unsettling silence, punctuated only by Wayne's sporadic sighs emanating from the backseat.

he? Otherwise, why would he be

wore a solemn expression

for the complete experience

irreversible, and further speculation would serve no purpose."Dad." Freya rose immediately, her face taut with anxiety that was

distressed, an anomaly given her usual demeanor. Even Wayne

"We haven't confirmed the identity yet, but we should have an answer soon. We

hearing this, Valerie's face blanched. She clenched her fists and, without drawing

propped against the backrest in a

the previous day, coupled with her current