Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn found herself struggling to comprehend the words that were spilling from Alexander's lips. Had the sporadic nature of their contact over the years blinded her to his transformation? Or had he always harbored this side of himself, only now choosing to reveal his true nature?

"Why are you even here..." she began, her voice trailing off.

"I came to tell you that times have changed," Alexander declared with a stern tone. "Limit your reach. Don't meddle in affairs that are no longer your concern."

Kaitlyn could only stare at him, her expression blank, but his message was clear. He was deliberately challenging her, making it explicit that she should no longer interfere in his life or try to control him as she had when he was a child. The obedient son she once knew was no longer under her influence.

A sense of defeat washed over Kaitlyn, causing her shoulders to slump. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but the icy look in Alexander's eyes forced her to confront the harsh reality-her once prideful son had completely slipped from her grasp. Alexander rose from his seat. "Now that you're awake, you should rest. At your age, you should be enjoying your golden years, not stirring up trouble."

Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and exited the room, not once looking back. As he opened the door, he found Freya standing outside. It was evident from her expression that she had overheard their conversation. Her gaze followed Alexander, a trace of fear flickering in her eyes.

Ignoring her, Alexander strode past Freya and disappeared from sight. Freya rushed into the room, gripping Kaitlyn's arm. "Mom, are you okay?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

and lifeless. "Your

change, Mom. He's no

her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked utterly drained. "Freya, please leave. I need some rest,"

voice. Was

arm tighter, Freya said determinedly, "Mom, don't let Oliver deceive you. He's

for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for

"What are you talking

she began to weave her tale. "Think about it, Mom. He grew up under your care. How much could

as cold-hearted as he seems, he would divorce Quinn and marry a woman of substance, someone who could

her own arguments. "The way I see it, all his behavior is just an act, and that Getty might just be a smoke

aback. "Are you sure

with Oliver. Who knows him better than I do?" "Think about it. If he truly loved Getty, why not marry her? And