Love Unspoken

Chapter 1452 Walter snuck in because there were things he couldn't handle at home, and it was just easier to do them here, even if it was riskier. "If I hadn't shown up, you two wouldn't be living so peacefully. Alexander, how are you gonna payback?" Walter asked. Alexander shot back, "You can leave. We don't need you here." Walter just laughed.

Since he was already here, there was no way he was leaving.

'He and Alexander don't really clash and they want the sthing. Maybe this tthey won't backstab each other?' Quinn thought. But she wasn't totally sure.

Walter hung around for a bit, then grabbed his bags. "I'm beat. I'm gonna crash." He headed upstairs like he owned the place.

Alexander didn't stop him. After Walter disappeared upstairs, he turned to Quinn and said, "We should find a tto head back to Amber Bay. I haven't seen Brandy in months. Wonder if she's grown any." "When are we going back?" Quinn asked, a bit taken aback. Weren't they supposed to deal with Zeke first? Could they just leave now? "Whenever," Alexander shrugged.

"What about Zeke?" Quinn pressed.

"He's got his own mess to deal with. Besides..." Alexander glanced upstairs. "Isn't he here? Zeke's probably too busy to bother with us." Quinn looked upstairs too and nodded.

Finally, they could go back. By the tZeke remembered them, things would either be settled or he'd need something from Alexander.

If he couldn't find them, tough luck. He didn't have tfor them now.

"Then let's leave tomorrow," Quinn suggested.

"Sure," Alexander agreed easily.

They planned to leave at dawn. Walter seemed to like it here, so they'd let him stay.

Quinn packed a few things. There wasn't much, just sof Sprout's stuff. They could buy the rest later.

The next morning, when Walter woke up, they were already gone.

He stared at the empty living room, momentarily stunned.

After a bit, he couldn't help but laugh angrily.

As soon as he showed up, Alexander bailed, with no intention of teaming up. "So impressive!" he muttered. Alexander had tricked him into coming.

He remembered Alexander's words clearly.

Alexander had said he was too weak to take on the Lynch family alone and needed Walter's help.

He'd even said he respected Walter and couldn't do it without him.

Walter had never heard Alexander talk like that or seen him so humble.

So, he thought Alexander was really in trouble and needed him. That's why he came.

But Alexander had just run off.

Alexander's shamelessness was beyond anything Walter could've imagined, even worse than two years ago. To trick him into coming, he'd said all those humble words. It was all lies! While Walter was still fuming, he heard a car horn outside. He went downstairs, and Zeke walked in.

"Lance, the guy you mentioned..." Zeke stopped mid-sentence when he saw Walter standing there, looking stunned.

Zeke stared at Walter, his eyes wide with shock, his whole body shaking.

"You are..." Zeke's voice trembled.

He'd never met Walter, but that face was unforgettable.

Walter gave a small smile. "What a coincidence. Since you're here, have a seat." He gestured for Zeke to sit, his usual gentle and harmless smile in place.

Zeke moved towards the sofa, his eyes glued to Walter's face. He almost tripped over a table on the way.

It was the first the'd lost his cool like this.

Even when he found Alexander, he hadn't been this rattled.

Walter chuckled, "Take it easy. Don't trip. I can't be held responsible for that." Zeke collapsed onto the sofa, staring at Walter, speechless.

Suddenly, he remembered Alexander's words. "Is it you? The Vanguard Enterprises Group incident, was that you?" Walter raised an eyebrow. "Sir, what are you talking about?" Zeke snapped out of it and quickly asked, "What's your mother's name?" Walter laughed. "We've never met, and you ask about my mom right away? Is that polite?" Zeke was silent for a moment, staring at Walter like he was seeing a ghost.

Then, he pulled out a pocket watch from his coat, opened it, and handed it to Walter. "Do you recognize this?" Walter looked at the photo inside, his smile fading. He glanced at Zeke. "How do you have a photo of my mother?" The woman in the photo looked a lot like Walter, especially with his medium-length hair.

If Walter hadn't spoken, Zeke might've thought she was back.

Zeke took back the watch, staring at the photo in a daze.

"Sir, what's our relationship?" Walter asked.

Zeke looked up at him, his expression complicated. "I might be your father."

Walter didn't seem too surprised. He stared at Zeke for a moment, then smiled. My father died a long tago." Zeke fell silent. "I wronged you both. What's your name?" Zeke asked.

"Walter Smith," he replied.

"Why Smith? Did your mother remarry?" Zeke asked.

"No, she didn't. This nwas unwanted, so I picked it up," Walter answered.

Zeke was silent again. "And her?" "She died many years ago," Walter said flatly.

Zeke's voice was full of emotion, but Walter's tone was completely indifferent.

Zeke closed his eyes and sighed deeply. After a while, he composed himself.

He opened his eyes again and said, "When we separated back then, she ve! didn't tewas pregnant." Walter nodded. "Maybe she was pregnant with someone else's child." "Didn't you say she didn't remarry?" Zeke asked.

"Can't she get pregnant without remarrying?" Walter shot back.

Zeke was stumped again. Walter's words were even more frustrating than Alexander's.

He tried to explain, "I know you hate me. There were reasons e reasons back then. I didn't want to abandon her." He sighed deeply, looking like he was about to launch into a long story.

Walter cut him off, "If the story's too long, no need to tell it."