Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn's brow furrowed as she questioned, "Then why?" Alexander, in response, withdrew his hand, rose to his feet, and placed a deliberate distance between them.

"Does the reason truly matter if it aligns with your intentions?" he countered. Kaitlyn found herself reluctantly agreeing with his logic, even though it irked her. Feeling unjustly treated, she couldn't help but brush away the tears trickling down her cheeks.

"Do you despise me so much now, even when I've been nothing but considerate towards you? I must truly be a failure as a mother," she lamented.

Alexander's gaze bore into her, his face a mask of impassivity. "I do despise you, but I believe I've treated you fairly," he declared coldly. Kaitlyn's eyes widened in disbelief, her pupils trembling as she looked up at Alexander. "What did you just say?" she asked.

His voice, devoid of any warmth, echoed in the room, "I've said it before. Things are not the same as they were when I was a child."

"Was your sacrifice truly for me? The only right thing you did was going to the Kennedys.

Everything else has nothing to do with you. Don't make yourself out to be a martyr," he continued, his words cutting through the silence like a knife. Kaitlyn was taken aback by his harsh words, her gaze flickering between shock and disbelief as she stared at Alexander.

Alexander casually slipped his hand into his pocket and stated solemnly, "No matter how great a favor is, there will come a day when it must be repaid. I hope you can conduct yourself appropriately and not hasten that day's arrival." His words pierced Kaitlyn's heart like sharp blades. Slowly, she rose to her feet and approached Alexander, tears welling up in her eyes. Suddenly, she raised her hand, poised to slap Alexander.

But her hand was intercepted mid-air by Alexander, who gripped her wrist and looked down at her. "If there's nothing else, you should leave," he said dismissively.

Kaitlyn trembled with rage, struggling to find words. Each time she realized that Alexander was beyond her control, she was filled with an unprecedented sense of anger, helplessness, and deep-seated fear.

Kaitlyn tugged at her wrist, forcefully pulling it from Alexander's grip. She shot him one last glance before grabbing her bag, gritting her teeth, and declaring, "Fine, you've grown up. Don't acknowledge me as your mother. Just remember to keep your word about the divorce, or I won't lift a finger to help you!" With that, she stormed out of the room, her high heels clicking angrily against the floor. The people around them pretended as if they didn't exist.

Alexander, on the other hand, regarded Kaitlyn's visit as a minor interruption. He showed no particular reaction, as if she had never been there. He turned and ascended the stairs as if nothing had transpired. Upon reentering the bedroom, he found Quinn awake. She was looking around the room, her eyes filled with confusion.

Quinn couldn't quite recall what had transpired. All she remembered was Alexander promising to take her out for her birthday. But why was she in bed now?

As she pondered, she heard footsteps and turned her head towards the door. Seeing Alexander enter, Quinn instinctively tried to sit up. But as she pressed her hand on the bed, a sharp pain shot through her wrist, contorting her face in agony. Quinn fell back onto the bed, taking a moment to recover. She lifted her hand and looked at the bandage wrapped around her wrist, her eyes flickering with confusion once again. "Quinn, I underestimated you," Alexander's voice broke the silence.

At the sound of his words, Quinn turned her head to look at him. His face was stern, his tone flat. "Since you're so eager, go ahead and get a divorce. Go now." Quinn shuddered, staring at him in disbelief.