Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn whirled around in surprise, her heart pounding. She hadn't expected Alexander to be home. She quickly recovered her equilibrium, her voice taking on a stern tone. "You don't even offer a greeting before demanding to know someone's whereabouts? This house is teeming with people, Alexander. Whom are you seeking?"

Alexander's gaze swept over the mother and daughter before he repeated his question, his voice resolute. "Where is Quinn?"

"Quinn, Quinn, always Quinn. Have you lost all regard for your own mother?" Kaitlyn retorted, her voice laced with bitterness.

Alexander's brow furrowed, but he offered no further words to Kaitlyn. He turned on his heel and made for the door.

As he neared the entrance, Kaitlyn's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "Stop right there, Alexander!"

He didn't turn back.

Kaitlyn's voice rose in frustration. "Alexander, I said stop!" Her words carried an unspoken threat, a secret language shared only between the two of them.

Finally, Alexander paused, his back still turned to Kaitlyn. She rose from the sofa and strode over to him, positioning herself in front of him to meet his gaze.

about the company. The old man summoned you back for business matters, didn't he?" Kaitlyn questioned,

met hers, his voice

irked by his demeanor, softened her voice. "Alexander, you're my son. Would your mother ever wish to harm

He offered no response.

I'm not mistaken, they're now in your possession, correct?"

eyes narrowed, silently

I'm willing to surrender my shares

mistook his amusement for agreement. "She's just a dummy, Alex. The Kennedys have supported her enough over the years. It's not

relinquish your shares if I divorce Quinn?" Alexander clarified, his voice laced with

if you wish to bring home someone like that Getty girl, I wouldn't object!" Kaitlyn insisted, her voice filled with conviction. "Mom, do

taken aback, momentarily at a loss for

mother and son, yet his look was colder than that of a stranger. Without uttering another word, Alexander turned and departed. Kaitlyn's fingernails dug deep into her palms as she watched his tall figure recede, towering over her own stature. When had it become necessary for her to crane her neck to look at him? She realized then

sharp pain lanced through Kaitlyn's chest. Clutching at her heart, she