Love Unspoken

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"The company's matters. We are not on the spath," Alexander leaned against the car, leisurely lighting a cigarette.

Hearing Alexander say this, Kaitlyn didn't think much of it and got into another car and left.

Alexander stood in the parking lot smoking. As the surrounding cars drove away, he was left alone.

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He tossed the cigarette butt onto the ground and crushed it under his shoe. Just as he was about to open the car door and depart, someone unexpectedly called out to him from behind. Alexander paused and turned around to see Dorothy standing behind him, her face full of anger.

He turned around, hands in his pockets, lazily leaning against the car. "Mrs. Jackson, what can I do for you?" Dorothy took a few steps forward, staring at him intently. "What exactly did you do? Why did Xavier go abroad?" Alexander chuckled. "What does his going abroad have to do with me?" Dorothy said, "Don't try to distance yourself. If it weren't for you, would he give up so easily?" Alexander expressed, "I don't get it. Valerie was already married. Why couldn't your Kennedy family accept her? Must you drive her to her demise?" Dorothy uttered through clenched teeth, brimming with hatred and anger. She yearned to seek justice for her daughter but felt powerless to do so.

No one was on her side.

She was so resentful! Alexander watched her impassively. After a moment, he finally spoke, "Maybe you should ask your father." Dorothy's expression changed. "What did you say?" Alexander replied, "He hasn't shown up from the beginning to the end of this matter. Don't you wonder why?" Hearing this, Dorothy's face turned even uglier.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Why? What do you think? Both of them are his daughters. No, he never regarded Valerie as his daughter." Dorothy laughed self-deprecatingly.

Dorothy shouted, "In his eyes, you all are his only family. Wayne, I've long seen through his true nature." Alexander remarked. " Freya has been protected throughout her life. She has never even killed a chicken. Would she have the courage to do something like this without someone supporting her?" Dorothy didn't speak, but Alexander's words made her anger grow wildly in her heart.

Whether Wayne was involved or not, the fact was that he didn't show up from the beginning to the end.

Even if he had pretended, he should have sought justice for his wronged daughter. However, he only made a superficial effort.

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This indicated that Valerie's place in his heart was lower than that of pigs and dogs. Having such a father was undoubtedly a tragedy! If Freya deserved to die, then Wayne deserved it even more. The entire Kennedys family deserved to die!

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. poin we us for the complete experience all for free! The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Alexander looked at her deeply and said, "I advise you to let this matter rest. If you continue to pursue it, my father will not be pleased."

Dorothy erupted, her voice rising as she exclaimed, "Who does he think he is to be upset? He doesn't care about Valerie's life or death. As her mother, I won't overlook her. If I don't seek justice for her, who will?" Alexander said, "And what can you do? At this point, anything you do is futile. Don't end up dragging yourself down as well." "So what?" Dorothy's voice wavered as her eyes filled with tears. "My poor daughter... if I can't seek justice for her, what of the point of living?" Alexander said, "Good luck then, Mrs. Jackson."

With a casual utterance, Alexander swung open the car door, got in, and drove off. Dorothy stood alone m gazing as his car disappeared into the distance. She appeared incredibly aged and weary, her back hunched. It was evident how much Valerie's death had devastated a mother. Dorothy clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms, with faint traces of blood emerging.

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