Love Unspoken

A subtle shift flickered in Wayne's eyes as he posed his question, "Then what is it? After everything you've done, what do you expect from me?"

The room was heavy with an invisible tension, a delicate atmosphere that lacked the warmth of family and the stark hostility of enemies.

"Do you think you've been good to me?" Alexander countered.

Taken aback, Wayne retorted, "What now? You think I've wronged you all these years? I gave you shares, handed the company over to you, and this is how you thank me?"

A dry, sarcastic laugh escaped Alexander's lips. "Shares? If Ulysses had still been around, would you have divided them just to shut him up? Besides, that 30% you distributed didn't even come directly from you, did it?" A slight change in Wayne's complexion betrayed his surprise. Indeed, Alexander was right; the shares hadn't been in Wayne's possession when they were divided.

Ulysses, having retired, had washed his hands of these matters, leaving it up to Wayne to decide. Ulysses had intended for Alexander to take over his position, but Wayne, claiming he was still young, vetoed the idea. The plan was set for Alexander to start as CEO for experience, while Wayne stepped back to become Chairman. When it came to the shares, Wayne didn't want Alexander to hold too much power, so he decided to appear fair and divided them among several children.

To this day, people praised him, calling him a good father. This information wasn't known to anyone else, and Wayne was unclear how Alexander found out.

"You split off the international division and handed it over to Luke Yeager. If you hadn't treated us all the same, how would you have justified it?" Alexander pressed. "As for handing the company over to me, Dad, was that genuinely your own will, or was there another reason?"

Wayne lost his composed demeanor, looking at Alexander in surprise, "How did you find out about these things?"

"Is it that hard to find out?" Alexander retorted. "So, I'm still in the dark about your true intentions here."

Luke Yeager was an illegitimate son; despite his abilities, Wayne wouldn't normally go out of his way to favor him like this.

Suddenly, Wayne stood up, turned his back, and assumed a posture as if he were shooing someone away. "I'm no longer the chairman of the Landry Corporation; you're the one in control now. There's no point in asking such questions." Alexander stared at the retreating figure for a long moment before rising to his feet and quietly slipping out.

Quinn was on the backyard swing, reluctant to enter the house, having remained outside since she arrived. Nearby, two nannies pushing strollers were playfully engaging with the babies.

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Freya was behind bars, Walter had vanished, and now Harold was back here again. Kaitlyn, overwhelmed by her daughter's issues for the past few days, hadn't had the energy to tend to the boy. Now, Harold was solely in the care of the nannies.

Barely over a half-year-old and difficult to manage, the child was in the arms of a nanny passing by Quinn, wailing incessantly. "Why does he keeps crying? I can't stand it."

"Maybe he misses his parents and isn't used to being without them. What should we do?" another nanny pondered. "Now that Quinn's not looking after the child, if he keeps crying like this, his little body won't be able to take it..." Even though Kaitlyn wasn't caring for the child now, if anything were to happen to him, they would still be the ones to bear the consequences.

Quinn watched as the nannies tried everything to amuse the infant who continued to sob, his voice hoarse from crying. Her gaze fixed on the weeping baby in the stroller, her fingers unconsciously rested on her own abdomen.