Love Unspoken

Soren said, "It's hard to say. She is still young, so her condition can potentially be managed with medication for now," he said.

He paused, realizing he had yet to touch on the crux of the matter. He continued, "This illness results in a regression of memory. Not only will she lose recollection of recent events, but as the disease advances, she will forget increasingly more, including her past.

"Ultimately, she will forget everyone, even herself," he added.

"I've studied numerous cases, and the majority of these patients do not die from the disease itself. They often encounter accidents or vanish. Some of them simply forget basic functions like walking or eating..." Soren took a deep breath and revealed a relatively less dire outcome. "In the end, they descend into a vegetative state."

The care required for a patient in a vegetative state demanded an enormous amount of energy and financial resources. However, he was confident that with Alexander's income, this would not pose a problem. The question remained, how long could the patient herself endure?

Given Quinn's current physical state, it was unlikely she would survive much longer before entering a vegetative state.

Upon hearing Soren's words, Alexander lit another cigarette. He smoked it rapidly, finishing it in just a few puffs.

The final drag was too harsh, inducing a violent coughing fit.

His cough reverberated through the study, sounding eerily like the death rattle of a patient.

"Alexander..."

After a bout of coughing, Alexander reached for the cold coffee on the table, downing it in one go. He regained his composure instantly, placed the cup back on the table, looked up at Soren, and asked, "Is there a treatment plan?" Soren shook his head regretfully. "Not currently, but I will strive to research it. I've been studying this disease recently."

medication you mentioned? Does it have a

alone cannot be considered a definitive treatment plan. However,

silent sigh, but just as he reached

sweat broke out on his back. He stood at the door, mechanically turning his head and forcing a

fixed his gaze on him and asked, "Are you hiding something from

and he gulped hard. "No... I don't think

eyes narrowed, a flicker of

Alexander chose not to probe further. Instead, he issued a warning, "You'd better not be."

"Get out!"

startled Soren, who hastily

the dining table. She ate slowly,

his gaze lingering on her back, but ultimately, he chose to remain silent and quietly exited, his tools

upstairs, but Alexander

the table had

and

"Come in."

pushed the door open and stepped inside. Even from a distance, she could detect the lingering scent of smoke in the

had no idea how many cigarettes he had