Love Unspoken

In the world beyond, Getty could parade her lack of status and recognition with a certain bravado. Yet, within the confines of The Kennedys, she was compelled to temper her demeanor.

Kaitlyn, in particular, was a source of constant disdain. Getty had carved out a comfortable existence for herself and saw no reason to curry favor with Kaitlyn.

If Alexander had harbored matrimonial intentions towards her, perhaps she could have borne the slight. But as it stood, there was no necessity for such tolerance.

Just as Getty was on the cusp of departure, another vehicle drew up, effectively blocking her path.

From the car emerged Freya, cradling a child in her arms. On sighting Getty, she halted in her tracks.

"Getty, what are you doing here?" she asked, her gaze shifting to the man alighting from the car before her. A smile graced her lips. "It's been quite some time since Oliver brought you along. Why not join us inside?" Getty responded with an awkward chuckle, "No, that's alright. I've got some matters to attend to. I'll drop by another time."

"But you can't hail a taxi here, and it's not safe for you to travel alone at this hour. Come in and stay the night," Freya urged, her tone warm despite her usual disdain for Getty. However, compared to that dummy, she still liked Getty more. Getty cast a glance in Alexander's direction.

"I'll arrange for a driver to take you home," Alexander offered.

Getty's lips twitched into an uneasy smile, "Sure, then I won't bother calling someone else to pick me up."

Alexander promptly summoned a driver on his phone. Shortly after, the driver arrived and whisked Getty away.

Only then did Freya turn to Alexander, her expression grave, "Can we speak in private?"

Alexander was well aware of the topic she wished to broach. "Get in the car."

Freya complied, handing her child to the nanny before accompanying him to the Maybach. Once settled, Alexander steered the car towards a more secluded area. "Brother, I've made my decision. The stock... I'm going to sell."

Alexander toyed with a lighter, igniting it only upon hearing her words. He lit the cigarette in his mouth.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes, I've given it considerable thought. Regardless of the circumstances, I cannot abandon Walter. He is Harold's father and my husband."

Freya's tone was firm, indicative of a decision she had grappled with throughout the night.

She pondered if covering Walter's shortfall might alter his sentiments towards her. Could their relationship possibly strengthen?

The mention of her child's father caused Alexander's lips to curl ambiguously.

He removed the cigarette from his mouth and turned to Freya, "Alright, I'll arrange a meeting for you tomorrow. You can discuss it with him."

"Is this man trustworthy?"

"Do you trust me?" Alexander retorted.

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"Then that settles it. You can walk back from here. I've got other matters to attend to."

Freya nodded in understanding, exited the car, and began her short walk back.

Once she was out of sight, Alexander set off towards the hospital.

Quinn was now free to leave the hospital. As she glanced at the hospital's name, she realized it was the same one where Juliet was staying.

Without further ado, she headed towards Juliet's room.

Juliet was housed in a regular room. The hospital was so crowded that some patients were relegated to the hallways.

Upon finding Juliet's room empty, Quinn scoured the hallways and eventually located her in a corner.

A nurse was stationed beside the bed, lamenting, "People these days just abandon their relatives and leave them alone. They don't answer calls or visit. What's it going to be, are we supposed to cure them or not?"