Kyle scratched his head and said, "Work."


    He was so swamped running twopanies, he barely had time to grab a drink. When Alexander heard that, his face got all stormy, looking seriously ticked off.


    Kyle asked, "Mr. Kennedy, why you asking all of a sudden?"Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Alexander said, "Forget it. You can go now."


    Kyle gave him a few awkward nces and only left when he saw Alexander glued to the TV. Abigail came downstairs, totally ignoring Alexander like he was invisible, and just walked out. After she left, Alexander turned off the TV and headed upstairs.


    He plopped down next to Quinn, grabbed her hand, and just sat there with her.


    Abigail came to chat every day, but Quinn was still looking worse, more worn out by the day.


    Alexander looked at her hand in his. It was so skinny, just bones. Half a month ago, it had some meat on it.


    Olivia brought in dinner, set it down gently, and whispered, "Mr. Kennedy, dinner''s here."


    Then Olivia backed out.


    After a bit, Alexander woke Quinn up.


    Quinn wasn''t really asleep; she was just too beat to open her eyes.


    She nced at Alexander, sighed weakly, and sat up with his help.


    Alexander held a bowl, scooped some porridge, and handed it over. "Here, it''s cooled down."


    Quinn weakly refused, "Alexander, I don''t wanna eat."


    Alexander coaxed, "You gotta eat at least a bit. Come on, open up."


    Quinn couldn''t argue, so she reluctantly took a couple of sips.


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    She really only had two sips and then refused to eat more.


    Alexander looked at her with aplicated expression, finally putting the bowl back. The room went silent again.


    He held Quinn''s hand, checking her wound, which was healing okay.


    But herplexion was getting worse. She was almost unrecognizable.


    "Why you getting so thin?" Alexander asked, holding her hand, his eyes on her face.


    Quinn weakly tugged at the corner of her mouth, not knowing how to answer and not wanting to talk.


    "Quinn, when you gonna get better?" Alexander asked again.


    Quinn leaned against the headboard, stared at him for a moment, then closed her eyes. "What''s the point of getting better?"


    Alexander replied, "You can do whatever you want. I said, as long as you get better, I''ll let you go."


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    Quinn wanted tough, but after trying for a long time, she only managed a slight curve. "Don''t you think it''s toote?"


    Alexander pressed his lips together, momentarily speechless.


    Quinn didn''t want to go anywhere now. Even talking was hard, she could go nowhere.


    Alexander asked, "Walter''s death made you unable to live on?"


    His tone was calm, but you could tell he was holding back his anger.


    Quinn lifted her eyelids and looked at him indifferently, feeling that even arguing with him was a waste of energy.


    So she replied, "Yeah."


    Anger shed in Alexander''s eyes, but he held it back bit by bit. "You hate me that much?"


    "Yeah."