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."

Does it have a significant

some inhibitory effects, but medication alone cannot be considered a definitive treatment plan. However,

just as

out on his back. He stood at the door, mechanically turning his

and asked, "Are you hiding something from

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

narrowed, a flicker of

a warning, "You'd better not be." Soren nodded frantically.

"Get out!"

sudden outburst startled Soren, who

at the dining table. She ate slowly, in small portions, awaiting

ultimately, he chose to

bites, Quinn glanced upstairs, but Alexander had yet

the table

and approached the study

"Come in."

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

he had smoked, and the windows