Love Unspoken

However, taking Quinn back now would be considered a betrayal. Alexander remained silent, carefully reviewing the medical report once again.

After a brief pause, he slid the report back into its folder and then looked at Kyle. "What did the doctor ay?"

Kyle shook his head. "The doctor couldn't explain it either. So what should we do now?"

Alexander stared out at the pouring rain, his expression inscrutable. The hospital was filled with noise, but the sound of rain drowned out the commotion inside.

Kyle stole a glance at Alexander's face. But besides a dark expression, he couldn't discern anything. It was unclear how long Alexander stood there before finally stepping out.

Kyle immediately opened an umbrella, holding it over Alexander's head, and they headed towards the parking lot.

The door repairman also arrived. He couldn't help but feel shocked as he looked at the door that had been kicked in.

The repairman said, "This lock is completely broken. It can't be fixed. It needs to be replaced."

Orion leaned against the door frame, glancing at the large footprints on the lock. He cursed Sean under his breath but said aloud, "Change the lock then."

The repairman replied, "I didn't bring any locks with me. Would you prefer to purchase one yourself for me to install, or should I go back and retrieve one for you?"

Orion didn't want the hassle. He waved his hand dismissively. "Just go and get the lock. I don't want to fuss about it."

Do you want the same

is it?" Orion

The repairman answered, "$4200."

could be so expensive. Before, he wouldn't have thought twice about spending $4200. But

cheaper locks available. Do

strange that someone residing

asked, "What's the cheapest

you might be missing out on the

standard lock. Of course,

look at Quinn, who was rummaging for snacks inside the house. He made up his mind. "I'll go with the

start saving money now, as he had someone else to

"Okay," gathered his tools, and left without saying another

away, he wouldn't have bothered to fix the door. When the repairman finished and left, the person

and leather shoes, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, arrived. He held a black umbrella in

to bring this to you. He told me to

He grimaced. "There's not much

"Well, I've done my job. I'll take my

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