Love Unspoken

Chapter 1436 A moment later, the man showed his whole face.

Quinn's eyes went wide, and she stumbled back, totally shocked.

Under his left eye was a red mark, more like a burn scar than a birthmark.

His features were sharp, and his eyes looked just like Quinn's. With those big, innocent eyes, who'd guess he was Obsidian Circle? Quinn had a hunch that this was why he wore a mask.

No words were needed; their eyes said it all.

Quinn tried to speak, but her voice got stuck, and a whirlwind of emotions hit her.

Calvin stared at her for a couple of seconds, then suddenly asked, "Do you know who I am?" Quinn nodded dumbly, then quickly shook her head.

He was her brother, but which one? Calvin sighed deeply and glanced at Sprout in Quinn's arms. Sprout had woken up and was looking around with wide eyes. "Is this my nephew?" Calvin asked.

Quinn nodded. She kept her eyes on him, memories of their childhood flashing in her mind.

She couldn't piece them together.

That's when she felt the weight of time.

"Letsee," Calvin said, reaching out to take Sprout from her.

Quinn didn't stop him.

Sprout didn't cry or fuss. He even reached out to tug at Calvin's collar.

"I actually have a nephew," Calvin murmured, amazed.

Quinn finally blurted out, "Which brother are you?" Calvin looked at her, not answering directly. "Take a good look." More than twenty years had passed, and Quinn couldn't tell.

"Are you Calvin?" she asked hesitantly.

Calvin smiled, handed Sprout back to her, and pointed to a chair. "You must be freaked out. Sit down, let's talk." Quinn took Sprout, walked to the chair, and sat down, her eyes never leaving Calvin. They hadn't seen each other in years, and she couldn't recognize him. She couldn't even remember what Calvin looked like as a kid. Calvin put the mask back on, the cold silver and patterns making him look even more distant.

Quinn had a million questions but didn't know where to start.

"How did you find me?" she asked.

Calvin said, "A man named Landon said he knew about you and wanted info on the Lynch family in exchange." Quinn was stunned. So, Landon used the info he got from her brother to get to her.

She felt played.

"Did you give him that info?" she asked.

"It's not a secret. If he wanted it, he could have it. I never got involved in the Lynch family's stuff," Calvin replied casually.

"Didn't you look for me?" Quinn asked.

"Grandpa said you were all dead," Calvin answered.

Then he thought of something else. "Is that Walter Lucas?" Quinn nodded.

They talked for a long time. Quinn learned that Calvin had secretly helped Walter. But he wasn't sure how real Walter's revenge on the Kennedy family was, so he didn't reveal himself to Walter. He just helped out when Walter needed it. This was also why Walter could thrive in Municity. Without Calvin's backing, could snew players like Alistair and Hetastian hold their ground? Calvin said, "Honestly, I think our family's downfall might have something to do with the Lynch family." Quinn was taken aback. "What?" "It's just a hunch. Otherwise, why would Grandpa tellyou were all dead and keepout of the Kennedy family's business?" Calvin explained. "What exactly did he say?" Quinn asked.

Calvin paused, thinking. "He said our family had a beef with the Kennedy family, which led to a bloodbath. He claimed Ulysses went nuts, and he didn't want to fight him anymore, so he cut ties and moved abroad in grief. That was his side of the story. At the time, I was seriously injured and out cold. When I woke up, it was already six months later." Calvin, only thirteen, had no family, power, or influence. He had no choice but to believe Grandpa.

Quinn was even more confused. She thought the Kennedy family ended with their disappearance. But now, Calvin was saying it had ties to the Lynch family.

"Is this where you live?" Quinn asked.

"Sort of. But I don't cback often. Landon said you were nearby, and it was Christmas, so I cback to check it out," Calvin replied.

Quinn looked at him with mixed feelings. So she still had family alive.

"Don't you doubt if I'm really your sister?" Quinn questioned.

"Since I called you here, I checked it out. Even if it's fake, I choose to believe it's real," Calvin answered.

Quinn couldn't argue; they were on the spage.

Even if the Calvin in front of her was fake, she'd rather believe he was real.

Calvin stared at her for a long time, then sighed. "You've grown up so much. You're already a mom." Those words made Quinn's eyes well up. If those things hadn't happened, they'd be happy together instead of meeting like this. The Lynch family was reunited and celebrating, while she and Calvin were so lonely here. "Calvin." Calvin reached out and touched the corner of her eye. "It's Christmas. Don't cry." Quinn held back her tears and nodded.

Sprout in her arms also made a little noise.

Calvin's gaze fell on his small face. "I forgot to ask, what's his name?" "His nicknis Sprout, and his full nis Leopold," Quinn replied.

"Sprout? Who named him? My nephew is so cute!" "Calvin grumbled.

"It was me, Quinn said. Calvin was silent for a couple of seconds. "This little man is round and chubby." His voice was serious, and with his mask, it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

It was also hard to link him to Obsidian Circle.

In Municity, Obsidian Circle was a terrifying presence. Was he like this in private? "Calvin, why did you go by the n'Obsidian Circle?""

"Because I'm not that creative. It's the best I could cup with, Calvin at replied, feeling a bit awkward. Quinn burst into laughter.

She then suggested, "You could have called it Phoenix Crest Deague. It sounds way cooler. Calvin suddenly stopped talking, staring at Quinn for a long time.

It made Quinn's scalp tingle.

Then she heard him make a frustrated sound.

He suddenly slapped the chair. "You're really smart!" Finally, his true nature was revealed.