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."

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plan. However, it's

let out a silent sigh, but just as he

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

him and asked, "Are you hiding something from

and he gulped

a flicker of lethal intent passing through

glaring inconsistencies in Soren's words, Alexander chose not to probe further. Instead, he issued a warning, "You'd better not be." Soren nodded frantically. "Yes. There is nothing

"Get out!"

sudden outburst startled

at the dining table. She ate

but ultimately, he chose to remain silent and quietly

upstairs,

table had already grown

seat and approached

"Come in."

from a distance, she could detect the lingering

how many cigarettes he had smoked, and the