Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn listened to these words, her eyes blurred with tears, yet she couldn't utter a single word.

Alexander's voice was calm as if he were telling someone else's story.

"I had a dog. It was disobedient, so I hit it. Maybe I pushed it too far, and it bit me." He looked at Kaitlyn calmly. "Even a dog will bite when it's extremely angry, let alone a person." Kaitlyn called out, "Alexander..."

Alexander said, "Get some rest. I need to go to the police station."

With that, Alexander rose and left the bedroom.

From beginning to end, Alexander's emotions were eerily stable. Rather than the heart-wrenching interrogations and fury, it was his calm demeanor that was truly terrifying.

Because Kaitlyn knew that he only showed no emotion when facing someone insignificant.

It wasn't worth it, nor was it necessary.

This was something Kaitlyn had once taught him.

Kaitlyn raised her hand to cover her face, closing her eyes in exhaustion, tears streaming down her cheeks.

No one had expected things to come to this point.

When had Alexander started to change so drastically?

it was about

he was discharged from the hospital, he never smiled the same way again and

a car accident really

up straight, hurriedly grabbed her phone from

"Mr. Dawson, could you send me the treatment records from Alexander's

years ago?" Gabriel Dawson, the hospital's former director, was a bit surprised but said, "That shouldn't be a problem,

do it as soon as

the living room, where he found the nanny teaching

get the hang of it. After a long time,

step by step. "Like this, through here,

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it fascinating. She tried it herself and succeeded this time, giving the nanny a delighted

nanny quickly put down what she was

slightly, signaling

nanny picked up the things on the

cast a look at the item in Quinn's hands. "What

signaling that she was

again, "Who is

She was expecting their baby; so naturally, the knitting was intended for the

Quinn for a moment, then smiled slightly. "Keep

knitting needles, indicating she had