Love Unspoken

Alexander suddenly stood up. "It's impossible to get her out. At least she can not be released for two years. If you can't accept this result, then we have nothing more to discuss."

Kaitlyn, seeing him about to leave, hurriedly blocked his path. "Alright, as long as you find a way to get her out, even if it's not immediately, I can wait for a year or two!"

She thought of her daughter still in prison, enduring two or three years of suffering, and her heart ached, tears welling up in her eyes. Alexander frowned, turning around, and left the living room.

As he left, he took the umbrella handed to him by a servant and walked away, his mind occupied with thoughts.

The Kennedy Residence had a backyard that was seldom visited. It used to be Ulysses' favorite spot, where he tended to his flowers, turning the once barren land into a vibrant garden. After his passing, the garden fell into neglect, with only occasional visits from the staff for maintenance.

The once lively blooms had withered, leaving only a few blades of grass trembling in the rain.

Quinn, in the basement, heard the sound of raindrops on an umbrella. She rushed to the window and saw a pair of legs, a trench coat, and muddy shoes from that crevice.

Her heart raced as she watched him approach. Quinn's breath caught in her throat, expecting him to stop at the door, but he walked straight past.

She frantically tried to move the barricade, but it wouldn't budge. Desperation filled her as he disappeared from view. She sank to the ground, her hunger and exhaustion overwhelming her. She looked at the gap, hoping he would return, but he never did.

The night grew darker, and the only light came from the street lamps. Inside, Alexander entered the attic, feeling a wave of warmth.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

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The room was clean but empty, a stark contrast to its former state.

He pushed open the adjacent door to reveal a scene of remarkable disarray, where all of Ulysses' belongings lay heaped within.

Alexander opened a drawer and found an old book with a faded photograph inside.