Love Unspoken

Chapter 1462 Zeke was floored. These guys clearly had bad intentions. He'd been to Municity loads of times, but this was the first the'd ever been attacked.

Walter was watching him from the corner of his eye. The attackers were coming in hot, but Zeke just sat there in the car, totally unfazed, like he didn't even care.

Zeke had every reason to be confident; the Lynch family wasn't just for show.

Sure enough, before the cars could get close, a bunch of drones swooped down from the sky, slipped under the cars, and boom! The lead car exploded with a thunderous bang. The shockwave shattered the windows of the cars behind it, sending glass flying and injuring the passengers. Sof them were even bleeding from the pressure. In just a few seconds, the cars were flipped over and turned into scrap metal.

Walter's eyes flickered, but he didn't look surprised.

The driver got out to check the wreckage and found sstuff on the attackers, which he brought over to Zeke. Zeke looked through the items, frowning. "These guys don't seem to be from Municity." Walter glanced over. He knew exactly who they were.

Zeke handed the items back to the driver. "Take these and find out who chased us here." "Yes," the driver replied.

Walter said, "Sorry, these guys were here to kill me." Zeke was taken aback and turned to look at him. "You know them?" Walter replied, "No, I don't, but they were probably after me. Otherwise, they would've recognized you." "How did you get mixed up with them?" Zeke asked.

Walter sighed, looking worried. "In places like this, it's hard not to make enemies." Before Zeke could say anything, Walter added, "If you dig into it, you'll know why I'm involved with them. Thanks to Alexander." Zeke was silent for a moment. He had a rough idea why but couldn't blAlexander. He patted Walter's shoulder. "Leave them to me. I'll handle it and make sure no one bothers you again." Walter raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Thanks a lot." Zeke rubbed his aching temples, not wanting to talk anymore.

Walter opened the car door. "I'll be going now. Take care on your way." "You too. Don't wander around until this is sorted out," Zeke reminded.

Walter replied, "Got it." Zeke signaled the driver to start the car.

Walter stood there, watching Zeke leave, then glanced at the smoldering wreckage on the ground.

These guys had tracked him here because Walter had leaked the info.

It seemed he hadn't gambled wrong; the Lynch family's power was greater than he had imagined. He'd have to be more cautious from now on.

Once Zeke was out of sight, Walter turned and walked into the hospital.

Peanut was undergoing a medical exam, with Freya standing by his side, discussing treatment options with the doctor.

Every option the doctor laid out blew Freya's mind. The costs were insane.

The cheapest treatment plan? Five million bucks.

Caught in her dilemma, she noticed Walter standing outside the door.

Walter was rocking a light gray suit that fit his tall frperfectly. With his ear-length wavy hair, he looked like an artist. Every tFreya saw his face, it stirred something deep inside her.

The doctor had to call her ntwice before she snapped back to reality. "What?" "Have you decided?" the doctor asked again.

Freya hesitated, glancing outside, but Walter was gone. She turned back to the doctor. "Sorry, I don't have the money." The doctor chuckled. "Mr. Smith has already paid. You can stop worrying about that and pick a treatment plan based on what you know about the child and your schedule." Freya was stunned.

But it made sense. Without money, this hospital probably wouldn't have even let them in.

Since Walter had paid, Freya had no more worries and chose the most expensive plan. It would take longer, but it would ensure Peanut's full recovery.

After finalizing things with the doctor, Freya took Peanut back to the ward.

Walter was sitting on the sofa, idly flipping through a notebook.

Peanut saw him and instinctively tightened his grip on Freya's hand. Despite his current sluggishness, he could still think.

He often saw Walter.

In the drawer of the room where he and Freya slept, there was a wedding photo with Walter in it.

Freya led Peanut over and looked at the notebook in Walter's hand. "Peanut drew this. He's not great at studying, but he loves to draw." Walter nodded and quickly flipped through the drawings. The pictures were eerie. Despite Peanut's innocent face, the drawings had a dark tone.

They were more like doodles, abstract and oppressive at first glance.

He tossed the notebook on the table and looked at Peanut with appreciation. "Not bad."

Freya was taken aback. Honestly, she couldn't understand tand the drawings and didn't know what Walter saw in them. Peanut, hearing the praise, looked up at Freya, as if seeking confirmation that Walter was sincere.

Freya patted his head and smiled. "Say thank you to Walter." Peanut was dazed for a few seconds before he managed to say, "Thank you, Walter."

Walter stood up from the sofa, ignoring Peanut, and said to Freya, "Focus on the treatment. Don't wander around." Freya nodded, feeling flattered by Walter's concern.

Walter didn't say more and left the ward.

Freya quickly followed. "Walter." He paused and looked back at her. "Anything else?"

Freya stared at him, wanting to ask why he was suddenly helping her and Peanut Buthis gaze made her swallow her words. In the end, she just said, "Thank you." Walter smiled meaningfully at her, making her feel uneasy.

He turned and left.

Freya watched his back, bit her lip, and lowered her head.