Love Unspoken

"Walter gives me the feeling that he doesn't like me and that he isn't interested in The Kennedys' business. It's confusing. I just don't know what he really wants," said Freya.

Kaitlyn furrowed her brow and asked, with a hint of confusion in her voice, "What kind of nonsense are you spouting, Freya? Despite his supposed dislike for you, he married you and fathered your children? Doesn't that speak volumes about his feelings? Perhaps you should seek professional help." She harbored suspicions that Freya might be grappling with postpartum depression.

Freya's emotions teetered precariously on the brink of collapse. "Mom, don't you believe me? I can sense whether or not he truly cares for me. Love can be feigned, you know."

Kaitlyn fell into a contemplative silence, her previous certainty wavering in the face of Freya's words. Walter had always claimed to be an orphan, raised in an institution without the comfort of parents. Yet, his demeanor seemed incongruous with such a background. They had investigated his past, and indeed, he had grown up in an orphanage. The director and his peers from the institution all vouched for him. This presented a contradiction. "Enough of this," Kaitlyn finally said. "If there were anything fishy about him, they would have surfaced by now. You're spending too much time at home, overthinking things. Perhaps it's time you returned to work."

Freya bowed her head in silence..... Quinn handed the photocopied documents to Maria, who glanced at her before instructing, "Take these to the conference room."

Quinn remained stationary, clutching the papers.Maria's irritation grew, and she shot Quinn a glare. "What are you waiting for? Take them! If you're not here to work, why bother coming to the office?"

of silence, Quinn scribbled on a piece of paper, "Where is the conference room?"Maria was taken aback. She glanced between the note and Quinn, her expression one of

a dummy?" Maria blurted out.Quinn pressed her lips

several other colleagues who now turned their astonished and perplexed gazes toward Quinn. Their stares felt like needles, each one pricking at her. It was as if her wounds were being slowly, painfully exposed for all to see. Every look seemed to label Quinn as an

is down the hall to the left, just around the corner,"

grateful look at the good Samaritan before fleeing the office with the documents. However, she could still hear the echoes of the conversations behind her.

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some strings. I just saw her cozying up

Even the VP's getting in on

guys. The VP and Alexander are not the same, you know. Walter is married into his wife's family... I doubt he'd dare