Love Unspoken

Chapter 993

Alexander's persistence just made Quinn angrier.

Unable to push him away, she started hitting him wildly, using him as an outlet for her emotions. She kept striking his wounds until her hands felt sticky, losing count of the blows. Neither of them spoke; words seemed pointless.

Eventually, Alexander collapsed onto her but still held her tightly.

"I will find him," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind.

Quinn stared at the dark sky, gasping for breath, tears streaming down her face.

After a moment, she let out a low, sorrowful laugh, the same kind as Walter had earlier. When sadness peaked, sometimes all that's left was laughter.

Her laughter grew louder, almost hysterical. Even from a distance, Kyle could hear the sadness in it, unsure if she was crying or laughing.

Alexander closed his eyes, silent but still holding her.

Quinn quieted down. She lay on the ground, staring at the

his men and

captured. Three are alive; the rest are dead. What should we do

no response from Alexander,

blood in the air and realized something was wrong.

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"Mr. Kennedy?"

had passed out

more bodyguards to watch over her. She sat dazed on a chair outside the operating room, her hair disheveled, and her face, body, and hands covered in dark red blood-some of

back and forth, occasionally glancing at Quinn. She stared at the floor, her eyes empty. She

we don't know when the surgery

blinking. At this moment, she truly embodied the meaning

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sighed and continued to