Love Unspoken

Xavier's sudden arrival plunged the meeting room into a tense silence once more. Xavier hastily stood up and tugged at his sleeve, asking, "Why have you come?" Xavier, glaring furiously at Xavier, snapped, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to reason with him. Do you expect me to stand by and watch you go to prison?" Xavier retorted.

Through gritted teeth, Xavier replied, " So what if I go to prison? I will never hand over the Xavier family to such a person. Come back with me!" He grabbed Kaitlyn's wrist, intent on leaving.

Frantic, Xavier grabbed Xavier's arm, pleading, "Xavier, don't act rashly. Can't we sit down and discuss this properly?"

Cynically chuckling, Xavier retorted, "What's there to talk about? It's all just self-inflicted humiliation no matter how much we talk."

"If I lose, then so be it. I accept defeat! If it means jail or even execution, I accept it! It's just one life. I can afford to lose it. But I will never, under any circumstances, entrust the entire Xavier family to someone like him. Mom, if you truly care for me, come with me and never come to see this person again!"

Upon hearing this, Xavier burst into tears instantly. She forcefully shook off Xavier's hand and slapped him across the face.

With a sharp "smack," the sound of the slap echoed through the conference room, silencing everyone present.

Alexander sat casually on the sofa, observing the drama unfolding before him without comment. Xavier's tear-streaked, weary face betrayed her disappointment and anger.

She said word by word, "You are such a jerk. Have you ever thought about me? About your dad?"

"What do you mean by 'just one life'? Isn't your life also part of ours? Joseph and Deborah are already gone. Do you want your father and me to endure the pain of losing a child again? " Her words pierced the air, laden with raw emotion. Xavier looked slightly bewildered, his expression a mix of emotions as he gazed at his mother whose chest rose and fell heavily. Her eyes bloodshot with grief and indignation.

"Alright, if you can't let this go, your father and I will go down with you. Whoever wants this Xavier family, take it!"

"Mom!"

Xavier pushed him away. "Don't call me mom. In your eyes, when have I ever been a mother to you? You only think about yourself, never once considering our feelings." "You disregard your parents' feelings. Xavier, this is not how you concede defeat." Xavier almost cried out the final words.

Xavier stood dumbfounded in the meeting room, unsure of what to do next.

He was torn between his parents and his enemy.

His mother was pressuring him to submit to his enemies. What was he supposed to do?

Surely, he couldn't actually have his parents go down with him.

Closing his eyes, Xavier, who had not shed a tear at the loss of his wife and child, now found tears streaming down his face in the face of his relentless mother.

He turned away, concealing his disheveled state from Alexander's view.

He never imagined he would lose so miserably, appearing so feeble.

Meanwhile, a knock on the door interrupted the scene. It was Landon entering with documents in hand, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the office as he strode over to Alexander.

"I've been looking for you, Alexander. It seems I have arrived at an inconvenient time." Landon remarked.

Glancing at him, Alexander casually inquired, "Is there an urgent matter at hand, Landon?"

Landon responded, "Have you forgotten about today's meeting? Kyle couldn't locate you, so I came to the meeting room to find you. Everyone is waiting for you."

Unassuming yet assertive, Landon seemed poised, handling business matters professionally.

It was evident to keen observers that calling Alexander for the meeting was a pretext while causing disruption was the true intent.

Though the Xavier family business may not match the stature of Kennedy Enterprise, being a public company, falling into Alexander's hands would undoubtedly empower him significantly, doubling his chances against Landon in their power play.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

The Xavier family had become a prize in this power struggle a game of who would emerge victorious.

With a smile, Alexander crushed his cigarette in hand, rose from the sofa, and approached Landon.