Love Unspoken

Alexander escorted her back to the Kennedy residence. Leaving her in the grandeur of the living room, he promptly made his way to the study. Upstairs, Wayne was restlessly pacing his room, his steps threatening to wear a hole in the plush carpet.

The study door swung open with a creak, interrupting Wayne's frenzied pacing. In a fit of rage, he snatched the ashtray from the desk and hurled it towards the entrance. Alexander, with an uncanny sense of timing, tilted his head just enough to evade the flying object.

The ashtray whizzed past his ear, crashing against the wall with a resounding clatter that echoed through the house, startling the occupants downstairs.

Quinn had barely settled into a seat when she caught the faint echoes of Wayne's furious voice from upstairs. "I leave the company in your hands and this is how you manage it?!" The venom in his voice was palpable.

Just as Freya stepped into the grand foyer, she too heard the distant outburst and instinctively glanced at Quinn. "Is Oliver here?" she inquired. Quinn simply nodded in response.

ascending the stairs, her son cradled in her arms, but the

he come with you?" she asked,

sent a shiver down Quinn's spine, a flood of humiliating memories from their past encounters overwhelming her. She dreaded the thought of what Walter could do to her if Alexander ever

had no connection or if there was nothing to hide? Walter had been absent for days;

sister-in-law?" Freya moved closer, settling down beside her. "Walter's been gone for days. Do you have any

drained of color, her fingers turning white as she clenched the

really have no idea?" she pressed, but Quinn continued to shake her

her anger evaporated. Cradling her baby, she offered him to Quinn.

ready to break through the gums. Quinn, lost in thought, absently touched her own