Love Unspoken

"Shouldn't we be dining? Why are we not yet eating?" Alexander's interjection restored his composed demeanor, as if he hadn't been the one seething with anger just moments before.

Attempting to alleviate the tension, Walter proposed, "Let's proceed to the dining room then. There's no need for this unnecessary strain."

As he spoke, Freya threaded her arm through his, her face bearing a hint of worry as she looked up at him.Alexander shifted his attention to Quinn, his fingers lightly grazing the tender spot where she had been injured. "Does it still hurt?" he inquired.

Quinn, studying his face, could discern the genuine worry in his eyes.

She mused, 'He's always like this. At times, he's so close to me, akin to the moon reflected in a body of water, seemingly reachable with a mere stretch of my arm. But when I attempt to clutch that moon, it proves to be nothing more than an illusion, fracturing at the slightest touch. 'This is his method of guiding me, step by step, until I willingly plunge into the abyss. He entices me to dive into the water to pursue the elusive moon, only to suffocate in the rising tide.' And there he stands, observing calmly from a distance as I drown.'

Quinn averted her eyes, her lashes casting a shadow that concealed her internal chaos. She shook her head in response.

Without further conversation, Alexander took her hand and guided her into the dining room. The thoughts of everyone at the table were elsewhere, depriving the meal of the warmth and camaraderie it was intended to have.

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Alexander seemed to have put the toy gun incident behind him, engaging in casual conversation with Hugh about family affairs and the management of the branch office. The Kennedy Enterprise was a vast empire.

Wayne's strategy was ambiguous. He could be aiming for a fair distribution of wealth among the younger generation, or he could have ulterior motives. He didn't bestow power upon any particular individual. Even for Alexander, his competent and proud son, Wayne only granted him the title of CEO and a 20% stake in the company, maintaining the majority of the actual power himself.

Despite his withdrawal and infrequent involvement in company affairs, he still held absolute control over the corporation. The branch office that Hugh managed was Wayne's dowry gift to Valerie, signifying a 10% stake in the Kennedy Enterprise.

Freya was given a similar arrangement when she married. A branch representing 10% of the shares was handed to her, though she exhibited little interest in corporate affairs, leaving Walter to handle them.

Moreover, Walter also held the position of Vice President in the Kennedy Enterprise. Lastly, there was Wayne's youngest son, who held neither a position in the Kennedy Enterprise nor any significant shares, living his days in a carefree manner, unchecked by anyone. Thus, the intricacies within this family were profound.

Following dinner, the family congregated, engaging in light-hearted chatter to maintain the facade of a harmonious atmosphere.Alexander sat apart, not participating in their discussions. However, he smiled and beckoned Joseph to join him. Joseph eyed him suspiciously, but perhaps lured by Alexander's overly amiable smile, he approached cautiously. "What's up?" Joseph inquired, his gaze fixed on Alexander.

Casting a glance at the toy gun in Joseph's hand, Alexander grinned, "You seem quite adept with that. Would you mind demonstrating how it's done?" Joseph blinked, a surge of pride instantly flooding his young face. "You're such a blockhead. Don't you know how to play with this? I'll teach you."Innocent Joseph earnestly began to tutor Alexander on the nuances of toy gunplay, while Alexander maintained a warm smile, listening with keen interest. "Let me try," Alexander suggested as he took the toy gun from Joseph's hands, who handed it over willingly."Like this?" Alexander checked the safety and aimed the toy at Joseph, a faint smile dancing on his lips. In the moment Joseph was caught off guard, Alexander pulled the trigger.