Love Unspoken

"Daddy," Brandy said again, her face lighting up with a big smile.

"Dada!" Sprout chimed in.

Alexander grinned and ruffled her hair. "Good girl. It's been a while since you've seen me. Are you mad at me?" Brandy shook her head. "Olivia said you were busy."

Her words were a bit jumbled, but her sweet, childlike voice made everything she said sound adorable. Seeing Alexander in person for the first time, she felt both happy and nervous.

She only dared to look at Alexander.

To Brandy, Alexander seemed as tall as a mountain, even more handsome and different from the photos. Photos didn't move, but the Alexander in front of her could move and talk to her.

Alexander sat down next to her and placed Sprout on the couch. He patted his leg and said, "Come here." Brandy walked over, and he lifted her onto his lap. Up close, she could finally see Alexander's face clearly.

He was a mix of the unfamiliar and the familiar, but mostly he felt kind and made her happy.

She sat nervously on Alexander's lap, not daring to move. She kept staring at him, afraid that if she blinked, he would disappear. Sprout, feeling left out, started to climb onto Alexander.

Alexander had a soft spot for his daughter over his son. Daughters were more obedient and didn't spit up everywhere.

Brandy sat quietly in Alexander's arms, not moving around.

She looked at Alexander as if he were a dream and couldn't help but reach out to touch his face.

She quickly pulled her hand back after touching his skin.

"What's wrong? Are you scared, Brandy?" Alexander asked.

Brandy shook her head. She gathered her courage, leaned into his chest, and hugged him.

"I have a daddy now," she said softly.

Alexander was a bit surprised. He looked down at Brandy in his arms and, after a moment, stroked her hair. "You've always had one." "Will I always have one?" Brandy asked.

Alexander replied, "Yes."

Brandy happily snuggled into his arms. Sprout, feeling ignored, started crying on the couch.

Quinn picked up Sprout and gave Alexander a look.

It made sense that Alexander and Brandy were bonding for the first time.

But Alexander's favoritism was too obvious. He was never this gentle with Sprout.

Olivia came back from grocery shopping and saw the family so happy together, a contented smile forming on her face.

Quinn took Sprout upstairs. The room was just as it was when she left.

She placed Sprout on the bed and sent a message to Abigail, telling her she was back.

Abigail was thrilled and wanted to come over, but when she heard Alexander was also back, she changed her mind and said she'd come next time. Quinn told Abigail, "I'll come to see you. I don't have much to do right now anyway."

Abigail asked eagerly, "That would be great. When will you come?"

Quinn thought for a moment. "Tomorrow."

Abigail replied, "Okay, I'll wait for you at the usual place."

The usual place was a café, and Quinn agreed. Just then, Olivia called them for dinner. She changed Sprout's diaper and went downstairs. Alexander was still holding Brandy as they chatted and laughed.

Brandy was cute, obedient, and super likable; even Alexander found her irresistible.

Quinn pushed Sprout over and placed him in front of Alexander. "It's time to eat. Feed Sprout."

Alexander glanced at her, and Olivia quickly stepped in. "I'll do it."

But Alexander pulled Sprout over and put Brandy down. "No, I'll do it."

Then he told Brandy, "Go eat first."

Brandy nodded, climbed down from the couch, and walked over to Quinn with a smile, taking her hand. Quinn held her hand and smiled. "Let's go."

She led Brandy to the dining room, leaving Alexander to feed Sprout.

Alexander didn't complain and went to prepare the formula. While feeding Sprout, he turned on his phone. There were five missed calls, all from Zeke, and a text message from Walter.

He ignored them and focused on feeding Sprout.

Soon, the phone rang again, and it was Zeke. Alexander hesitated but answered the call.

Zeke asked, "Alexander, where did you go?"

Alexander glanced at Sprout, who was drinking milk, and said calmly, "I went home to see the kids."

"Home to see the kids?" Zeke paused. He didn't remember Alexander having any kids.

When he investigated before, Alexander didn't have any kids, but now suddenly there were two.

"What's going on?" Zeke asked.

"If you miss them, you can bring them over. Why did you go back alone? Don't forget, this is your home. Why did you go back?" Zeke asked in one breath.

He had always opposed Alexander returning to Amber Bay. He felt that as long as Alexander stayed with the Lynch family, he was his son. Once Alexander returned, he became someone else's son. Alexander chuckled. "Don't you have another son? Take care of your own business first."

"I almost forgot. Did you call him over?" Zeke asked.

"When you investigated me, you should have found out about Walter. We're old friends. Life is full of surprises," Alexander remarked.

Zeke was at a loss for words. He had found out that Walter and Alexander had always been at odds. Walter was one of the people who attacked Alexander in Municity.

Zeke vaguely sensed that Alexander was asking him to choose.

"Alexander, when are you coming back?" Zeke asked.

Alexander replied casually, "Depends. I've been gone for two years. My daughter doesn't recognize me. Compared to a sickly person like me, Walter is much more useful. If you need anything done, just tell him." Zeke sighed and was silent for a long time.

Both were his sons, one legitimate and one beloved, making it hard for him to choose.

After meeting Walter, he had looked into him. Walter was capable and skilled, but Zeke could see that Walter harbored resentment toward him. Zeke didn't dare to trust him easily, even though he was his son. Often, blood ties weren't as strong as they seemed and could be the root of all hatred.

Zeke stated, "Let me think about it. Since you're already back, stay there for a few days."

Then he sighed and hung up the phone, worried.

Alexander casually tossed his phone on the couch, a cold smile playing on his face.