Love Unspoken

Soren was kinda taken aback. "She's actually eating?"

"Yeah, I just brought it to her. I'm so relieved she's eating," Olivia sighed.

The past few days, she'd been on edge, worried something might happen to Quinn and Alexander would pin it on her.

Soren nodded and hung out with her.

After more than half an hour, he couldn't help but ask, "She should be done by now, right?"

Olivia replied, "But she hasn't called me in yet."

Soren sighed, annoyed, "Then let's wait a bit longer."Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

So, they waited another twenty minutes.

Soren couldn't take it anymore. "It's been an hour. She should be done by now, right? Let's go check."

Olivia hesitated and said, "But what if we upset her and she stops eating?"

Soren pressed, "What if something happened?"

"What could happen? The plates are plastic," Olivia shot back.

As they whispered, Alexander's voice came from behind, "What are you two doing here?"

Startled, Olivia quickly said, "Mrs. Kennedy asked me to bring in some food. It's been an hour, and we were just deciding whether to go in."

Alexander immediately pushed the door open and went in.

They followed, only to discover the food was untouched and Quinn was gone.

Olivia's legs went weak instantly, and she almost collapsed to the ground, but Kyle quickly caught her.

Alexander pushed open the bathroom door, and his pupils contracted sharply at the scene before him.

Quinn was on the floor, using a broken piece of the plate to cut her wrist repeatedly.

The plastic plate wasn't sharp, but it was pointed. She had cut herself countless times to make a single wound.

She kept cutting at that wound, her wrist a bloody mess, both hands covered in blood.

Even when the door opened, she was still cutting.

Quinn slowly looked up, meeting Alexander's gaze.

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Her expression was numb, and her eyes were vacant. She clutched the broken piece of the plate as if she couldn't feel the pain.

Even after realizing she had been discovered, she gritted her teeth and finished the cut she had started.

Alexander strode forward, grabbed her wrist, and took the broken piece from her hand.

Quinn lunged to grab it back but was thrown out of the bathroom by him, the broken piece falling to the floor, splattering some blood.

"Let go of me," Quinn shouted, trying to pick up the remaining pieces nearby.

Alexander flung her aside, causing her back to hit the wall and making her dizzy.

He grabbed her jaw, lowering his voice, "He died, and you can't go on living?"

"You want to die with him?"

His voice was filled with barely contained anger as his grip on her jaw tightened, his knuckles turning white.

Quinn looked at him calmly. Noting his furious expression, she weakly tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"Yes," she said with a smile. "Saving you once repays all the years of kindness. I owe you nothing now." Alexander laughed through gritted teeth. "Saving me once?"

He continued, "You led me there. You think that's saving me? At most, it's attempted murder."

He seemed as if he were going to crush her jaw, her skin turning red. "Soren, bring me the knife."

Soren was stunned. "Mr. Kennedy, what do you need a knife for?"

Alexander roared, "Bring it over!"

His raised voice startled everyone present.

Soren swallowed, rummaged through a box, and found a scalpel.

He handed it over nervously.

Without looking, Alexander grabbed the scalpel. The sharp blade cut his finger, but he seemed unfazed.

Quinn's eyes flickered as she stared intently at the scalpel in his hand.

He took her hand, placed the scalpel in her palm, and guided her hand to point the blade at his heart. "The last shot missed. This time, aim better. Come on, stab here," he said.