Love Unspoken

Peanut stared at him, tears welling up but refusing to fall.

Walter already didn't like him. If he started crying, it would only make things worse.

He looked at Walter with hopeful eyes, wishing he'd come over or at least acknowledge him as his son.

Maybe he was being greedy, hoping for a family reunion. He just wanted a happy family like other kids.

But it seemed like none of his hopes would come true.

Walter stood there, looking at Peanut with cold, emotionless eyes, like he was a stranger.

He still refused to acknowledge Peanut as his son.

Walter closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened them again, he had that invincible smile back on his face.

He grabbed Calvin from the ground and said to Alexander, "No need to say anything, Alexander. This farce has gone on long enough. As a reward for your victory, I'll help you one last time." Then he pulled the trigger.

But someone shot him in the chest before he could fire.

Blood immediately soaked his dark red shirt. He just frowned slightly and smiled.

Quinn stared at him and the gun in his hand, shaking her head desperately. "No, Walter!"

Walter gave her one last look. With all his remaining strength, he pulled the trigger.

As his gun fired, countless other gunshots rang out, all hitting him.

But he seemed determined to kill Calvin. Even after being shot multiple times, he still managed to fire that shot.

The bullet entered Calvin's temple, and Quinn felt her vision go black as she collapsed.

Alexander quickly caught her. "Quinn!"

Freya tried to rush over but was stopped. She reached out, trying to grab Walter, but they were too far apart.

"Walter," Freya cried out.

Peanut stood there in a daze, staring at Walter not far away, his fingers slowly curling into fists.

Walter held onto Calvin's clothes, his final gaze fixed on Freya's face. No one could understand what he was thinking at that moment.

He and Calvin both fell backward.

Freya broke free from her restraints and stumbled forward. "Walter!"

She fell to the edge of the cliff, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch even a piece of Walter's clothing.

Walter and Calvin fell off the high cliff into the churning sea, creating large splashes, and the water turned red.

Freya lay on the edge of the cliff, tears streaming down her face. She stared at the sea for what felt like an eternity. Even when the water turned blue again, no one emerged.

Her sorrow slowly turned into anger and hatred.

Freya thought bitterly, 'Walter, you are so cruel. You didn't leave Peanut any last words, making him suffer from a lack of fatherly love at such a young age and witness your death. What kind of person will Peanut become in the future?' Abigail exchanged a glance with Landon.

She didn't know whether to be grateful that Landon was still willing to come back; otherwise, she might have faced the same situation.novelbin

She quietly moved next to Landon and held his hand.

Landon was startled, looking down at their joined hands. This time, he didn't pull away. Alexander picked up the unconscious Quinn and said to Landon, "I'll leave this to you." Landon nodded slightly.

After he left, the people sent by Hugo filmed everything and then left with their crew.

Landon and the others needed to retrieve the bodies from the sea. The water was too deep to do it now; they had to wait for the bodies to float up.

Abigail said, "There are fish in the sea, right? Won't the bodies be eaten?"

"I don't know. If that's the case, it would be better," Landon replied.

Abigail gave him a surprised look.

Landon explained, "Walter probably wouldn't want his body to be retrieved; otherwise, he wouldn't have come here."

When they heard the helicopter, Walter's first reaction wasn't to escape but to bring Calvin here.

At that moment, he had already prepared for the worst.

He wouldn't leave his body to them.

Abigail couldn't help but sigh. "Walter was really strange. It's one thing for him to die, but dragging Calvin down with him? Quinn will be so heartbroken when she wakes up." Hearing this, Landon gave her a meaningful look.

Abigail held his hand. "Now that Walter is dead, does this mean you've made a great contribution? You won't have to go to jail, right?"

Landon didn't answer her question.

Abigail pressed, "Why aren't you saying anything? Do you have to capture him alive? Walter was shot so many times, even a god would be dead."

He was hit by so many bullets, and one was right between his eyes. He couldn't possibly survive that.

Landon let go of her hand. "Alright, you should go back. Quinn needs you now."

Abigail shot back, "She's got Alexander with her. What can I do? And where the heck have you been? I couldn't find you anywhere."

Landon replied, "We'll talk about it later."

It was clear he didn't want to chat much with Abigail. Still thrilled to see him, Abigail, sensing his reluctance, went to ask others if Landon would still have to go to jail. Her nonstop talking was getting on everyone's nerves.

Meanwhile, Peanut walked over to Freya and squatted down, quietly watching the turbulent sea below.

After a while, Freya wiped the tears from her face, got up from the ground, and touched Peanut's cheek. "Peanut, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you here." She thought bringing Peanut would stir Walter's conscience. Only now did she understand that Walter had no conscience at all.

Walter was utterly heartless.

Peanut shook his head, tightly gripping her hand, looking at her with determination. He didn't speak, but it seemed he had made some kind of decision.

The sea waves crashed against the rocks, and the sun slowly set over the horizon, casting a beautiful orange-red glow over the ocean.

The cliff returned to its peaceful state, as if nothing had happened. Even the wind became gentler, carrying the scent of the sea, and the scenery remained beautiful.

It was as if Walter had never been there. He had been present for only a few hours before disappearing. If you didn't consciously think about his fall, it felt as though he was still alive somewhere in the world. Quinn woke up from a dream, suddenly opening her eyes. "Calvin!"

Seeing the ceiling above her, she was momentarily confused, unsure if what had happened was real or a dream.

"You're awake?" Alexander asked.

Quinn followed the voice and saw Alexander sitting beside her. Looking around, she realized they were back at Regal Riverside.

She looked at Alexander in confusion and hesitantly asked, "Did we go to an island?"

Alexander nodded slightly. "Yes."

Quinn's heart sank as the memories she had blocked out resurfaced, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her face. "Calvin, he..."

Alexander's expression was complicated. He opened his mouth but hesitated to speak.

His reaction left Quinn at a loss. She grabbed his arm tightly, staring at him. "Is Calvin really dead?"

Alexander didn't say anything.

"And Walter too?" Quinn continued.

"Quinn, you should rest. Don't ask anymore," Alexander advised.

Quinn's eyes flickered, and tears streamed down her cheeks. She let her hand fall weakly. "Why did it have to be like this?" Alexander's phone rang. He glanced at Quinn and stepped out to take the call.

Quinn sat on the bed, dazed, her mind in turmoil.

She never expected things to turn out this way.

She had been thinking that if Calvin had nowhere to go, he might come to her.

She had even thought about how to arrange things for him. If he was willing to stay, she would find a way to help him live well.

She had taught Sprout for a long time and wondered what Calvin's reaction would be if he heard Sprout call him uncle. Now, everything was gone.

"Mommy," Sprout called out.

Quinn looked down and saw Sprout standing by the bed, his little hands gripping the edge, looking up at her with big eyes.

He seemed to sense her sadness and didn't smile as he usually did. Instead, he pouted and frowned.

Quinn's expression softened. She bent down and picked up Sprout.

Her fingers brushed over his brow. "Why are you frowning? Do you have worries too, at such a young age?"

Sprout reached out his little hand to touch her face, as if trying to wipe away her tears.

Quinn bit her lip, took a deep breath, and held back her tears.

She held Sprout's hand. "Mommy's fine."

Alexander walked back in and sat down beside her again. "Let me take him."

"It's okay. I'll hold him." Quinn's mood had calmed a bit. She asked Alexander, "How many days has it been?"

"Two days," Alexander replied.

"And their bodies?" Quinn pressed.

Alexander hesitated. "We haven't found them."

No news was the best news. Although given the circumstances, their chances of survival were slim.

At least she could comfort herself with that thought.

Alexander didn't say anything more. The sea had all kinds of creatures, and it was possible for the bodies to be eaten by fish.

He just comforted Quinn. "We've both been through near-death experiences. Maybe one day we'll see Calvin somewhere else."

Quinn nodded. "You're right. Maybe he is still alive."

She couldn't help but think of what Walter had said to Alexander. She suddenly asked Alexander, "What did Walter mean when he said he'd help you one last time?" Alexander looked at her for a moment, then casually took Sprout. "How often has he ever told the truth? Don't overthink it."

Quinn looked at him suspiciously. "Really?"