Love Unspoken

Chapter 1555 Quinn had no choice but to tell Briar to whip up sfood for Sprout.

When it cto extra food, Sprout wasn't too fussy. He'd gobble up all kinds of veggie purees mixed together, and his favorite was pumpkin porridge.

Sprout clearly had a thing against eggs. No matter how they were cooked, he wouldn't touch them. He always knew when there was egg in his food, and the second he tasted it, he'd turn his head away and refuse to eat. Besides eggs, Quinn hadn't found any other food he really disliked.

He might not have loved other foods, but he'd at least take a bite or two. Eggs were the only no-go.

Briar knew Sprout's tastes well and soon brought over a bowl of mixed veggie and meat puree.

Quinn held Sprout in her arms and started feeding him.

Just after a couple of bites, her phone rang. She picked it up and saw it was a video call from Alexander.

She answered, and their faces popped up on the screen.

Alexander asked, "What are you up to?" Quinn held the phone a bit farther away so he could see everything. "Feeding Sprout." With Quinn's hands full, Sprout grabbed the spoon himself and stirred the bowl. Since he couldn't scoop yet, he just stirred a bit and then shoved the spoon into his mouth, smearing food all over his face. Alexander couldn't help but laugh when he saw Sprout.

Quinn said, "What's up? Missing Sprout? You called just to see him?" Alexander replied, "Can't I be missing you?" Quinn pouted, "Who knows if you really mean that." Alexander's expressed longing was always over the top. Alexander joked, "Sprout always pees onwhen I take care of him. Why would I miss him?" Quinn teased, "That means you two don't get along." Alexander nodded in agreement. "Yeah, he gets along with you. He's not so well-behaved with me." At first, he thought Sprout behaved around Quinn because she would discipline him, so he didn't dare act out.

But later, Alexander realized that wasn't the case. Sprout only behaved when Alexander was stern or angry, sensing the need to be obedient.

As soon as Alexander tried to be kind to Sprout, Sprout would immediately revert to his mischievous self, pushing boundaries.

Quinn couldn't explain it either.

Quinn asked, "So when are you coming back?" Alexander replied, "Soon." Quinn said irritably, "You've said that a hundred times." Alexander laughed, "Not that many. This tit's really soon, at most a month." Quinn shot back, "You call more than a month 'soon'?" Alexander chuckled. "What? Missingalready?" Quinn rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Look at how busy I am. Where would I find the tto miss you? Go on, Mr. Busy." Alexander was about to say something when he suddenly glanced back and said, "I'll call you later." With that, he quickly hung up the video call.

Quinn tossed the phone on the couch and picked up the bowl to keep feeding Sprout. The bowl was a mess, and so were her sleeves, clothes, and the couch, all smeared with sticky food. Quinn sighed, "I really shouldn't have let Sprout feed himself!" Meanwhile, Zeke had arrived.

He knew Alexander was back, so he cto see him in person.

As soon as Zeke walked in, he looked around the room with disdain. "You're back and staying in a place like this?" Alexander found it amusing. "What's wrong with this place?" Zeke sighed and didn't continue the topic. He walked over to Alexander, casually pulled out a chair, and sat down. "Why aren't you going home?" Alexander asked, "Home? Which home?" Zeke replied, "Which hdo you think? How many homes do you have here?" Alexander had a smile on his face. "You mean the Lynch mansion?" Zeke's face darkened. It hadn't been long since they last met, but Alexander's attitude towards him had becso indifferent.

This made Zeke very unhappy, as if something was slipping out of his control.

Alexander continued, "Dad, you may be generous, but you have to consider others. If I go back, speople might not be happy." Zeke said with a stern face, "Who would be unhappy? Who dares to be unhappy? The Lynch family is under my control. Since when does anyone else get to question my decisions?" "That's true," Alexander replied, picking up the mouse on the table and playing with it nonchalantly. "Dad, you know you can't have your cake and eat it too, right? If you try to get everything, you might end up with nothing." Zeke slammed the table. "What do you mean?" Facing his anger, Alexander remained calm. "I'm just making a point, Dad. No need to get angry. Power is great, but if you only use it to oppress, you'll get slaves, not loyalty. Push too hard, and people will rebel." Zeke waved his hand dismissively. "Don't givethat. You're my son. No matter how much you fight it, you can't change that. Even if you had the power to overthrow the Lynch family, you'd still be a Lynch, carrying on our bloodline!" Alexander shot back, "So what's the point? By your logic, whether I cback or not doesn't affect the Lynch bloodline. Why keeplocked up in the mansion?" Zeke replied, "Because I'm still alive! As long as I'm alive, I won't allow the family to be divided!" Alexander said, "Nice words." Zeke exclaimed, "You!" Alexander changed his tone, "Alright, don't get angry. I'll go back, okay?" Zeke was in the middle of his outburst when Alexander's words froze him. But he seemed even more furious.

He asked, "Are you doing this on purpose to annoy me?" Alexander replied, "If you insist on thinking that way, there's nothing I can do." Zeke took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He didn't chere to argue.

After a while, he spoke, "Let's go. Don't stay here any longer." He had calmed down. As long as Alexander cback with him, nothing else mattered.

Alexander nodded slightly and didn't refuse.

They left the neighborhood and got into the car heading back to the Lynch mansion.

Zeke asked him, "Why did you calone? Where's my grandson?" Alexander replied, "You'd drag him into this too? What's he gonna do here, fight other kids for a toy?" Zeke laughed. "Is that how unreasonable I am in your eyes?" Alexander said, "You misunderstood." Zeke remarked, "Alexander, I see it now. Last year at the Lynch family, you were just pretending, weren't you? You really fooled me." He had always thought that the information he had on Alexander didn't match up with someone who was so detached from worldly desires. Alexander neither confirmed nor denied it. "People have many sides. It's hard to tell what's real and what's not." Zeke didn't want to continue the conversation and closed his eyes to rest.

Forty minutes later, the car slowly drove into the Lynch mansion.

The driver in the front said, "We've arrived." Zeke opened his eyes and turned to look at Alexander, suddenly asking, "What's your purpose in coming back this time?" Alexander replied, "If I don't state a purpose, does that mean I can't be here?" Zeke suppressed his anger and lowered his voice, "Even if you don't say it, I'll find out." Alexander smiled slightly. 'Of course, you would,' he thought to himself.

Zeke got out of the car and walked away briskly.

Keeping Alexander under his watch was always safer. All that talk about family and blood ties was just empty words.

Alexander had been here for so long without showing up, which was unusual.

No matter what he planned to do, it was better to keep an eye on him than to let him roam freely outside.

For Alexander, it didn't matter where he was. Zeke insisting on bringing him back was more dignified than him returning on his own.

He got out of the car and walked slowly towards the mansion.

Before he even entered, he heard Calvin's voice, "Why are you running? It isn't poisonous. Ctouch it. Look at this little head, so cute."

As soon as he entered, he saw Calvin holding a snake. The snake wasm coiled around his arm, and he was holding its head, trying to get a maid to touch it. The maid was trembling with fear, tears streaming down her face, begging for mercy.

Calvin said, "It doesn't bite. You're such a scaredy-cat." He brought the snake's head closer to the maid, who screamed and broke free from him, running away. Calvin petted the snake's head, and the snake hissed menacingly at him. Even if it wasn't poisonous, it was still terrifying to look at.

Zeke's face turned pale when he saw what Calvin was holding. He scolded, "What are you doing?" Calvin's eyes lit up when he saw him and immediately walked over.

Zeke's face changed tically. "Stay where you are!"

Calvin said, "What are you afraid of? It's just a snake. Zeke, do you know where I caught it? Right outside your courtyard wall. There's a snake hole in the corner. I thought you were raising it." Zeke's face turned even darker, and he hurried towards his courtyard. Watching his panicked back, Calvin showed a triumphant smile.

Calvin asked, "Alexander, why are you back too?" Alexander stared at the snake in his hand and asked, "Did you really catch it in his courtyard?" Calvin replied, "Of course not." The next second, he changed his tone, "I caught it in your courtyard." Alexander's expression stiffened.

Seeing this, Calvin couldn't help but laugh gleefully. "Are you afraid of it too?" "You're overthinking it," Alexander replied, glanced at Calvin, and walked past him towards the inside.

Calvin caught up. "No, why are you back? Were you brought back?" Alexander replied, "No." Calvin asked, "Then why did you cback?" Alexander said, "Tourism." Calvin sighed, "Alexander, you never tellthe truth. Whatever. This snake was really caught in your yard.

Here, take it back." He flung the snake at Alexander. The cold snake landed directly on Alexander's shoulder.

Alexander paused.