Love Unspoken

"I heard you went racing because of Quinn and got hurt. Alexander, you're being reckless!" Ulysses scolded.

Leaning against the headboard, Alexander smiled. "I'm not dead, am I? Where's Quinn? Did my mom punish her again? This isn't her fault..."

"Shut up!" Ulysses snapped. There was anger on his aged face, but more so helplessness and melancholy.

After a pause, Ulysses calmed down. "Alexander, are you too concerned about Quinn?"

Alexander looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. When I said she'd be your wife, it was a joke. You didn't take it seriously, did you?"NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Alexander frowned and looked away. "I don't know."

Ulysses sat beside him and sighed. "I've seen how good you are to her. I owe her, so it's right to be kind. But don't get too attached. Remember, no one is more important than yourself. You're the heir to the Kennedy family. Don't let emotions cloud your judgment. Otherwise, you'll lose everything, including her."

Alexander looked at Ulysses. "Grandfather, I don't understand. What secret does she have?"

Ulysses sighed deeply, showing rare sadness. "When I was young, I made mistakes. But now, it's too late to regret them. I found Quinn under her mother's corpse, a woman I killed." Alexander was shocked. "What?"

"Yes, you heard right. Whether she forgot or is pretending, she's grown up now. We can't kill her. So, think carefully. Even if she remembers, how will you face her? The outcome is predictable. It's better to let go now than to lose everything." Ulysses paused and looked at him. "You know what I admire about you? Your competitiveness and ruthlessness. You're like me when I was young. Though you seem humble, I know you can be ruthless. I don't believe you're indifferent to rumors or working hard just to silence gossip. I don't believe you're okay with being an illegitimate child. I value strength and ability, not birthright. You're better than your father. Don't disappoint me. Many are waiting for you to fail. Think it over."

Alexander listened, his eyes flickering. His fingers clenched, veins bulging, blood seeping from his wound, but he didn't feel the pain.

Ulysses observed his reaction and remained silent for a moment. He then patted Alexander's shoulder and got up to leave. "The doctor said you need at least a month of rest. Think about what you want." As Ulysses reached the door, Alexander suddenly asked, "Why did you do it?"