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.

Kaitlyn's eyes slowly met Freya's, her face pale and lifeless. "Your brother is no longer the person I knew."

"People change, Mom. He's no exception," Freya responded, exhaling deeply.

Kaitlyn closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. She looked utterly drained. "Freya, please leave. I need some rest," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Freya recognized the resignation in her mother's voice. Was she surrendering her fight against Quinn? This was unacceptable.

Gripping Kaitlyn's arm tighter, Freya said determinedly, "Mom, don't let Oliver deceive you. He's just scared you'll go after that dummy!"

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Kaitlyn blinked in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

Freya's heart fluttered with hope as she began to weave her tale. "Think about it, Mom. He grew up under your care. How much could he really change?"

"If he were truly as cold-hearted as he seems, he would divorce Quinn and marry a woman of substance, someone who could really help him. And taking care of her wouldn't conflict with marrying another woman, right?"

Freya was making it up as she went along, but she found herself believing her own arguments. "The way I see it, all his behavior is just an act, and that Getty might just be a smoke screen!"

Kaitlyn looked taken aback. "Are you sure about this?"

Freya wasn't certain; she just wanted Quinn out of the picture. She wouldn't reveal her true intentions, of course. Nodding vigorously, she affirmed, "Of course, I'm sure! I've grown up with Oliver. Who knows him better than I do?" "Think about it. If he truly loved Getty, why not marry her? And if he's heartless, why not marry a powerful heiress?"

As Kaitlyn listened, doubt began to creep into her mind. Freya continued her plea, "If what I'm saying is true, doesn't his behavior make sense?"

"You do have a point," Kaitlyn mused, her tone thoughtful.

Seeing her mother swayed, Freya breathed a sigh of relief. In a couple of days, she would be moving out, and if she couldn't convince Kaitlyn now, the chance might never come again.

Descending the stairs, Alexander bumped into Wayne, who was just returning from outside. Raindrops clung to Wayne's clothes, and upon seeing Alexander, his expression darkened further.

"I heard you upset Mom so much this afternoon that she crashed into a tree?" he asked, his voice laced with accusation.