Love Unspoken

Alexander stopped in his tracks and glanced back at Kaitlyn. "Can't the Kennedy Residence take you in?"

"It's not that it can't. It's just boring being there alone. I wanted to come here and have you keep me company," Kaitlyn explained.

"I don't have time for that. If you're bored, go hang out with your friends," Alexander replied coldly.

Kaitlyn moved to stand in front of him, looking up. "Alexander, why are you acting like this? I'm still your mother. What's wrong with me staying here for a while? It's not like there aren't any extra rooms." Alexander lit a cigarette and tossed the lighter onto the table. It hit the table with a sharp and jarring sound.

Kaitlyn sat down too. "Alexander, there's something else I need to talk to you about."

"What is it?" he asked.

"You said I'd get half of the inheritance. But I've only received this much, which isn't what you promised," Kaitlyn said.

Alexander glanced at her sideways. "The will is clear. If you have any objections, talk to a lawyer. Asking me is pointless."

Kaitlyn was baffled. "Who writes a will like that? Giving you ninety-five percent?"

Alexander let out a mocking laugh.

Kaitlyn's expression turned uneasy at his laugh.

"Why do you need so much money?" Alexander asked, his gaze piercing. "You can't spend it all, and eventually, it'll still be mine.

"Unless, you are planning to leave it to someone else?" he said suggestively.

Kaitlyn was taken aback, looking guilty as she averted her gaze.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're my son. Of course, what's mine is yours. Who else would I give it to? I'm just thinking about Freya!" Kaitlyn said, agitated.

Alexander's gaze locked onto her, making her scalp tingle. She felt like he could see right through her.

After a while, he finally looked away and said indifferently, "If that's the case, then why do you care who gets more and who gets less?"

Kaitlyn had no rebuttal.

He continued, "It's still early. You should go back."

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Kaitlyn suddenly glared at him. "Are you kicking me out?"

"I'm asking you to leave. If you insist on being kicked out, I don't mind doing that either," Alexander said coldly.

Hearing his cold-hearted words, Kaitlyn stood up abruptly, glaring at him, her body trembling with anger.

"You really have less and less respect for me. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God for treating me like this?" Kaitlyn accused.

Alexander leaned back on the sofa, looking amused. "Then you should be even more grateful that you're still my mother. Cherish that identity and don't always act high and mighty."

Kaitlyn's expression changed. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." He didn't intend to explain. After extinguishing his cigarette, he stood up. "Olivia, see her out."

With Alexander's instruction, Olivia gained confidence. Earlier, Kaitlyn had been bossing her around, and Olivia didn't dare to retort. Now that Alexander had spoken, she naturally didn't bother to act polite anymore. "Mrs. Kennedy Senior, please leave," Olivia said firmly.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

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With Olivia's firm attitude, Kaitlyn trembled with anger, glaring at Alexander.

Alexander ignored her and walked straight upstairs.

"Alexander!" Kaitlyn shouted.

Alexander ignored her, pushed open the bedroom door, and walked in.

Quinn was sleeping in a poor position, the blanket somehow ending up under her, and the window was open, letting in a cold breeze that tousled her hair.

He sat by the bedside and reached out to tidy her hair.

As his fingers brushed against her delicate skin, she grumbled in dissatisfaction and swatted his hand away.

His deep eyes fell on her face, his fingers caressing her cheek, then slowly moving to her lips.

In her sleep, Quinn felt uncomfortable with the roughness on her lips and unconsciously stuck out her tongue to lick them.

Her tongue brushed against Alexander's fingers, causing him to stiffen slightly.