Love Unspoken

Abigail was at a loss for words after hearing that.

After a bit, she finally asked, "So, Alexander didn't lose his memory?"

Quinn nodded.

"Forget about him. He doesn't want you around anyway. Let's go have some fun."

"Yeah," Quinn agreed, but she still felt uneasy about what she did to Luke. She wasn't sure if she had really messed things up. If she had, it might have implicated Alexander. A couple of days later, Aron started feeling something was off. He called Luke, and Luke answered, insisting everything was fine.

When Aron asked where Luke was, Luke said he was abroad.

Going abroad during the holidays was very strange.

Aron decided to check the surveillance equipment. There were three sets in total. Instead of going to the place Luke frequented, Aron went to another location.

He opened the door and entered a small room, seeing the equipment still neatly placed on the table. Aron let out a slight sigh of relief.

He approached the equipment and opened the files, only to find them empty!

His expression turned serious. He checked all the files on the computer, but they were all empty.

He suddenly stood up and inspected the equipment again. He finally confirmed that the equipment had been swapped; this wasn't his set at all!

He completely lost his composure. He swept everything off the table in a rage, and the computer crashed to the floor with a loud noise.

After a moment, he got up and walked out.

Inside the villa, the doctor placed the removed listening device on a tray, still stained with blood. It was a very small device, about the size of a bullet, encased in plastic that covered the actual listening device inside. Alexander buttoned up his shirt, looking even paler after the removal.

The doctor examined the blood-stained device and said, "I'll go study what's inside this."

"Go ahead," Alexander replied.

The doctor packed up the device and carried the tray downstairs.

Alexander finished buttoning his shirt and suddenly heard the sound of a car outside. He stood up and walked to the balcony to look down.

A white car parked at the entrance, and Aron got out, rushing to the door and frantically pressing the doorbell.

Molly ran to open the door, but before she could say anything, Aron stormed in angrily.

As soon as Aron entered, he saw Alexander coming down the stairs.

"Aron, why are you in such a hurry? Are you here to see me?" Alexander said, descending the stairs slowly, his tone calm but with a clear hint of provocation.

Aron glared at him, suppressing his anger. "Where is Luke?"

Raising an eyebrow, Alexander asked, "You come to the wrong place."

Aron was momentarily stunned.

Alexander slowly walked downstairs and sat on the sofa, inviting Aron to sit as well. "If you have something to say, sit down and talk. At your age, getting angry can lead to a stroke." Aron became even angrier.

Alexander's tone made it clear he had regained his memory.

After a brief silence, Aron walked over and sat down. "You remember everything now?" he asked.

"What?" Alexander feigned ignorance.

Aron said, "Don't play dumb. I've checked; you destroyed the surveillance, didn't you?"

"What surveillance? Be clearer, Aron. I don't quite understand," Alexander remarked.

Aron instinctively wanted to say more but stopped himself, realizing he couldn't leave any evidence.

Whether it was true or not, he couldn't risk leaving any incriminating evidence.

He had planted the listening device on Alexander, so he had to be cautious. If it had recorded anything, it would be self-incriminating.

Realizing this, Aron decided to change the subject. "I came to ask about Luke. Do you know where he is?"

"How would I know that? Aren't you the closest person to him? If he didn't tell you, why would he tell me?" Alexander shot back.

Aron was momentarily speechless.

Now he was certain that Alexander had regained his memory. Maybe Alexander never lost it in the first place.

The equipment had been destroyed by Alexander, but Aron couldn't do anything about it.

Aron and Luke were still in contact, so it hadn't reached a breaking point.

After a while, Aron calmed down and looked at Alexander, suddenly saying, "Alexander, you don't look well. You should take care of yourself." "Thanks for your concern, Aron," Alexander said, smiling.

Aron smiled back, a smile with hidden meaning.

He then stood up and said, "Since you don't know, I won't bother you anymore. Take care."

With that, he turned and left the villa. As soon as he stepped outside, his face darkened.

He thought arrogantly, 'So what if he has removed it? Let's see how long he can hold on.'

Not long after, the doctor returned.

He brought back the listening device.

"Is there really a bomb inside?" Alexander asked.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

The doctor shook his head. "No."

Alexander wasn't surprised. He sneered, as if he had expected it.

He had fallen into a trap.

He thought Aron had access to high-tech gadgets and might have actually put a bomb inside. But once he realized Aron hadn't even reached the core of the Lynch family, he knew there was no bomb. "But," the doctor said, "this device contains strong radiation. Given your existing injuries, the radiation has caused irreversible damage to your body."

Alexander glanced at the small device. "Really?"

"Yes, it's now clear that your worsening condition is due to this device," the doc replied firmly.

Alexander didn't say anything; he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

The doctor hesitated as he watched Alexander smoke.

Alexander had quit before, but now he had started again. When had he picked it up again?

After a while, Alexander asked the doctor, "How long do I have left?"

The doctor hesitated, looking troubled.

"Tell me," Alexander pressed.

"I don't know. Rest well and don't think about anything or do anything. That should extend your life by three to five years," the doc finally said. Alexander chuckled. "That's a conservative estimate?"

"Yes, that's if you rest well," the doc answered.

Alexander nodded, extinguishing the cigarette in the ashtray. "Got it."

The doctor looked at his calm demeanor and couldn't help but sigh. "Don't you have anyone you care about?"

Alexander's smile was tinged with bitterness.

"Let's just say it's all God's will," Alexander remarked.

"What do you mean?" the doc asked, puzzled.

"When I came here, I had no attachments, so I didn't care what they put in my body," Alexander stated.

He just wanted to send Aron and Luke to hell before he died.

But one day, Quinn showed up.

She brought their child and said she wanted to start over with him.

But it was too late.

Fate didn't give them a chance to start over.