Love Unspoken

Alexander had inhaled a lot of smoke in the villa earlier that day. So as soon as he put the cigarette in his mouth, he started coughing violently.

He had to throw it away, clutching his abdomen, and it took him quite a while to catch his breath.

In the hospital, Landon naturally received the news as well. He was somewhat surprised, not expecting things to develop this way.

Landon stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside the hospital, his expression inscrutable.

With Wayne dead, the bodyguards stationed here naturally left, and now Landon was alone in the hospital room.

Suddenly, Landon heard footsteps and turned to check.

It was none other than Walter.

Landon cast him a fleetiing glance and then continued to gaze below, his expression very calm, as if he hadn't seen Walter at all.

Walter walked to his side and looked down. There was a family of three: a little boy in a wheelchair with a cast enfolding his leg, while his parents flanked him, holding toys to cheer him up.

"Envious?" Walter grinned, staring at the family.

Landon said, "Why I am envious?"

Walter's grin widened. "I didn't ask you the reason."

Landon ignored him and dragged his weak body to the sofa and plopped down. "Why are you here?"

Walter turned around, half-leaning against the window, and looked at him with a smile. "Such a big thing happened, so I'm here to inform you."

"Do you think I've lost?"

"Not necessarily. Do you think you've lost?" Walter countered.

Landon was silent for a while. He leaned back on the sofa, staring at a spot in mid-air.

"What will he do next?"

"Well, obviously, he'll announce Wayne's death and naturally inherit his estate." Walter thought for a moment. "By the way, do you know how much Wayne's estate is worth?"

"You think I would know this?"

"Now that Freya is in jail, Valerie is dead, and the others can be easily dealt with, what about you? Are you ready to acknowledge your identity?"

Landon stared at him intensely for a good ten seconds before speaking, "Walter, what exactly do you want?"

Walter's smile didn't fade. "Take a guess."

"I'd say you're trying to play us against each other, me and Alexander, just to watch both of us crash and burn."

Walter arched an eyebrow and joked, "You two are really hard to deal with, both so clever."

"You're no pushover either, or else you wouldn't be standing here alive."

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Compared to an adversarial relationship, Walter's role in maintaining balance proved to be the hardest.

But in a sense, Walter had won.

Landon remained stuck in the hospital, unable to leave, while the Kennedys family had been almost wiped out by the fire.

Only Walter was still standing here, perfectly fine.

Landon said, "Since you're here, it seems the scales of victory have tipped in Alexander's favor."

Walter smiled but said nothing.

Landon said, "You won't let him win, will you?"