Love Unspoken

Chapter 1569 "Wait up!" a voice yelled from behind. Everyone turned to see a group of people coming out of the woods.

Walter watched them, not giving anything away.

The leader snapped, "Who the hell are you? This is a family matter, so butt out." Weapons were hard to cby on this island, and most folks preferred to stay out of other people's business. They were well-off. Even if outsiders started brawling, they'd just ignore it and rebuild after the dust settled. The islanders were selfish and laid-back. If a fight broke out, they'd just lock themselves inside. So, it was clear these newcomers weren't locals.

One of the newcomers said, "We don't care about your family , but we're taking someone with us today." The leader asked, "Who?" The newcomer looked straight at Walter, making it clear he was the target.

Just then, another person stepped out from the crowd.

Walter saw him and suddenly grinned. "Landon." Landon looked at Walter and said, "I've been waiting for you." Walter stared hard at him and the people behind him. Now, even if he didn't want to believe it, he had to. This whole thing was a setup aimed at him.

Calm and collected, Walter said, "You've really gone all out. Think you can taketoday?" Landon replied, "There's nowhere left for you to run. Give up now, and you might still have a chance to live." Walter sneered, "You think I'm like you?" He pressed the gun against Calvin's temple. "Go ahead, try me." Landon frowned. The situation was at a standstill, both sides tense and not making a move.

Landon said, "Are you going to keep making mistakes?" Walter laughed like he'd heard a joke. "Mistakes? Then tell me, what's right? Like you? Is that right?" Landon stayed silent, staring straight at him, unable to answer. Right and wrong were subjective, defined by one's own interests. What seemed right to one person might not be right to another.

Just then, Abigail and Quinn showed up. They'd gotten Alexander's message and rushed over, only to see this tense standoff.

Abigail looked at Landon with joy. "You didn't leave?" Landon glanced at her but didn't answer.

Quinn anxiously looked at Calvin. "Calvin!" She wanted to step forward but stopped when she saw the gun in Walter's hand.

Walter looked at her and spoke slowly, "Quinn, do you want to save Calvin? Cover and trade yourself for him." Quinn was stunned. "Walter, do you know what you're doing?" Walter replied, "Of course I do. I'm giving you a chance to save Calvin." Although Quinn was a more valuable bargaining chip, Calvin meant more to her.

Quinn pleaded, "Walter, please stop. I'm begging you! Don't you remember playing with Calvin when you were kids? Can you really do this?" Walter's eyes flickered, maybe recalling the past, but only for a moment. He chuckled, "Why wouldn't I? Quinn, there's only one way to save Calvin. Either you killyourself, or you cover and trade yourself. Otherwise, if anyone else makes a move, I guarantee Calvin will die before I do." Quinn clenched her fists tightly. In the past, she would've gone over without hesitation. But now, if she went over, Walter would use her to threaten Alexander or others. This had happened once before, so she couldn't risk it again. No matter what Quinn chose, someone would get hurt. Walter was giving her a cruel choice: Calvin or Alexander.

Quinn's fingers dug into her palms, her face extremely grim.

Abigail looked at her with a complex expression. To be honest, she didn't know how to advise her. Should she tell Quinn to go or not to go? From Quinn's perspective, neither choice was right.

Walter said, "What's wrong? Afraid I'll use you to threaten Alexander, so you don't dare to cover? Are you going to abandon Calvin?" He laughed and looked down at Calvin. "Calvin, look, your sister chose your enemy. She'd rather watch you die than cto save you. How do you feel about that?" Calvin looked up at Quinn, who suddenly couldn't meet his gaze.

Suddenly, Quinn grabbed a gun from someone nearby and aimed it at Walter. Walter looked at her, his eyes showing a complex emotion, as if he had expected her to do this. However, when she actually did it, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Quinn said, "Walter, let him go." Walter's eyes had already calmed down. He looked at Quinn and said, "Quinn, so this is your choice?" Quinn gripped the gun tightly, her fingers trembling slightly. If she could, she wouldn't want to choose at all. Maybe she had hated Walter for a while, but it was just hate. She had never thought of killing him herself. Alexander had arrived at spoint and was standing next to her. Walter saw him. "You've played this gwell." After speaking, he looked at the people opposite him. Everyone stood against him, including Quinn, who was pointing a gun at him. For a moment, a trace of fatigue flashed in his eyes.

"Dad," a boy's voice cfrom the crowd, making Walter slightly stunned.

Freya soon appeared, holding Peanut's hand. At almost seven years old, Peanut had grown quickly, nearly reaching Freya's shoulder. The scar on his face had faded significantly after treatment, and his eyes were no longer as vacant. He clutched Freya's hand tightly, looking at Walter with a mix of nervousness and caution. Freya's eyes were filled with tears, as if she had many things to say but kept them all inside.

Walter stared at Peanut in a daze. "What did you call me?" Despite his nervousness, Peanut firmly called out, "Dad." Walter's gaze shifted to Alexander. Quinn and Abigail also looked at Alexander in shock.

Quinn asked, "What is going on?" Alexander took out a document from behind and threw it towards Walter. "Admit it or not, whether you acknowledge him as your son or not, you know the truth in your heart. Even if you switched the paternity test, deceiving yourself and trying to fool everyone, denying everything with Freya, denying your marriage, the facts are still the facts. Others might not know, but it will always haunt you." Walter caught the document but didn't look at it. "Alexander, at this point, you're still doing this. What do you want?" Alexander replied, "Because I know what you're trying to do." He raised his hand, pressing down Quinn's arm and taking the gun from her. "I won't give you that chance." Quinn suddenly looked at Alexander. She seemed to understand Walter's intention; everything he had done was to force her to kill him.

Walter burst into laughter. The wind by the sea was strong, making his suit flap loudly. His laughter was carried away by the wind, drifting far over the sea.

The arrival of Freya, Peanut, and this document had shattered all his facades.

Quinn looked at Peanut. Previously, his scars had made it hard to see his features clearly, but now that they had faded. Quinn was stunned by the resemblance. For a moment, it felt like she was looking at a young Walter, especially those eyes. So, Peanut really was Walter's son? Walter made every effort to deny his relationship with Peanut, treating him so coldly and indifferently that everyone, including Freya, was convinced Peanut wasn't his son.

Freya choked out, "Is it so hard for you to admit that Peanut is your son and that we were together?"

Alexander said, "Walter first approached you out of revenge. He constantly told Quinn that she had Επ.

fallen for her enemy, mocking her repeatedly. How could he admit to being the very person he despised? Besides, he had to preserve his image of being deeply in love." Every tWalter scorned Quinn, he was also cursing himself. He projected all his self-loathing onto Quinn. His so-called deep affection now seemed so ridiculous.

Freya, with tear-filled eyes, looked at i Walter and suddenly laughed. Did this mean that Walter had once hadm feelings for her, even if just for a moment? His calculated approach was undeniable, but she had given her all every moment she was with him. Freya said, "Walter, it's nothing. Before I went to prison, didn't I also think I couldn't accept it? Look atnow, haven't I moved on?" Walter interrupted her, "Shut up. You don't understand. Don't speak." He looked at the others, sneering, "Don't treatlike Landon, and don't try to persuadeto turn back. I'm not him, and I won't turn back." With that, he pressed the gun tightly against Calvin's temple.

Quinn was startled. "Walter, don't act rashly!" Peanut took a step forward, mustering the courage to say to Walter, "Dad, don't leaveand Mom." Walter gave him a cold look. "Don't callthat. I'm not your dad!" Freya said, "You still won't acknowledge him? If you don't recognize him, why did you treat him? You hurt him before. Now that he's better, you won't even let him call you Dad?"