Love Unspoken

Alexander stood there, totally out of it, eyes shut, stumbling back a couple of steps.

Kyle rushed over to steady him, worry all over his face. "Mr. Kennedy."

Alexander took a beat, then opened his eyes and glanced back at the cremation furnace.

He muttered, "She must've been in so much pain, right?"

Kyle had no answer for that.

Alexander shrugged him off, walked over to the conveyor belt, and sat down, eyes glued to the furnace lid.

Kyle waved the bodyguards away.

They quickly left, leaving just Alexander and Kyle in the room.

"Kyle," Alexander called out.

"Right here," Kyle answered immediately.

Alexander raised his hand, gently touching the furnace lid. His voice was calm now. "Find Landon and Soren, no matter what."

Kyle nodded. "Got it."

Alexander's voice turned icy. "I want them to know what it's like to burn alive."

"Understood," Kyle replied.

Alexander still couldn't accept that Quinn was gone. He blamed Landon and Soren for everything.

He believed they had burned Quinn alive.

For the first time, Kyle felt sorry for this powerful man, Alexander.

Alexander murmured, "I couldn't save her. She'll never forgive me. She must've been so desperate in there."

He seemed to be talking to himself. Kyle looked down, unsure of what to say.

Suddenly, Alexander ordered, "Get someone to open it."

"Mr. Kennedy, please don't do anything rash," Kyle pleaded.

Alexander gave a bitter smile. "I promised her I'd live well," he said.

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He closed his eyes. "I'll keep my promise to her."

Kyle sighed in relief and went to get someone to open the furnace.

A staff member came in with a tray, eyeing Alexander's back. "Sir, the furnace is running and can't be opened. Plus, opening it would leave the body incomplete, which would be distressing. I believe the deceased wouldn't want their loved ones to see them like that."

He stepped forward with the tray. "Sir, please wait an hour. These are the belongings left by the deceased. Please check them."

Hearing "belongings," Alexander turned to look at the items.

It was just a piece of clothing with a pendant on it.

Alexander reached out, took the pendant, glanced at it, and then tossed it on the ground at Kyle's feet.

As he picked up the piece of clothing, something fell out.

It was a white wristband.

He paused, bent down to pick it up, and turned on the screen, which showed his tired face.

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He exited the camera mode and opened the storage. As he randomly clicked on a file, Quinn's smiling face popped up on the screen.

She was making all sorts of faces at the camera, her eyes full of joy. She looked so carefree.

He sat on the conveyor belt, watching the videos on the wristband while the furnace burned beside him.

As he watched the videos of her, he waited for her to turn to ashes, his emotions unreadable.

Even as an outsider, Kyle felt a heavy weight in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

An hour passed, and Alexander was still glued to the videos. The staff member approached and reminded him, "Sir, it's done."

Alexander paused, then looked up at the staff member.

Seeing the murderous look in his eyes, the staff member instinctively stepped back.

But it was just for a moment; Alexander had already looked away and stood up, using the conveyor belt for support.

Holding Quinn's clothes, he walked slowly towards the exit. Each step was a struggle.

Just as he reached the doorway, he stumbled and fell.

"Mr. Kennedy!" Kyle shouted.