Love Unspoken

Cynthia's face was all kinds of weird, her eyes darting around, totally dodging Ruby's stare.

Alexander waved the two ID reports in his hand and locked eyes with Cynthia, saying, "Cynthia, wanna take a peek at these?"

Ruby snatched the reports and stormed over to Cynthia, demanding, "Mom, what's the deal? How come it says I'm not related to you either?" The room went dead silent after Ruby's outburst.

Getty was floored too. She had thought maybe she wasn't Cynthia's kid, but Ruby not being hers either? That was a shocker.

For some reason, Getty couldn't help but laugh, especially thinking about Ruby's earlier smug face. It made her laugh even harder.

"So that's how it is. Now I get it," Getty said, turning to Cynthia. "You were so sure I wasn't your daughter and wouldn't let Ruby get tested. So you knew she wasn't your daughter either?" Cynthia looked like she was in a tough spot and stayed quiet for a long time.

Getty pushed on, "Since that's the case, you must know who Ruby's real parents are, right? So, who are they?"

Hearing this, Cynthia instinctively glanced at Alexander.

Alexander squinted, like he was holding something back.

Cynthia only took a quick look before dropping her head and saying, "I don't know."

"How could you not know? If you didn't know, how could you be so sure I'm not your daughter? And why are you defending Ruby like this?" Getty pressed, getting more worked up. Suddenly, Cynthia stood up and said in a heavy tone, "I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well. I need some fresh air."

With that, she bolted out of the room. Watching her panicked exit, everyone exchanged confused looks.

Kyle instinctively looked at Alexander.

Alexander frowned deeply, lost in thought.

"Mr. Kennedy, what's going on?" Kyle asked.

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Alexander suddenly stood up and walked out without a word.

Kyle quickly followed.

Cynthia said she needed some air, but she had already run out of the hospital.

In the car, Alexander suddenly picked up a document beside him, opened it, and thoughtfully browsed through the contents.

"Mr. Kennedy, where are we going?" Kyle asked.

"To Kennedy Residence," Alexander replied.

Kyle was puzzled for a moment but still drove towards Kennedy Residence.

Kaitlyn had gone out to play cards and didn't get back until eight in the evening.

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Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly noticed someone sitting on the sofa inside and instinctively stopped.

Upon closer inspection, she saw it was Alexander.

Dressed in black, he sat motionless like a statue, creating an eerie vibe.

For some reason, seeing him sitting there with such a gloomy aura gave Kaitlyn a bad feeling.

She steadied herself, put on a smile, and walked over. "Alexander, when did you get here? Are you feeling better?"

Her gaze shifted to the paper on the coffee table, and her smile froze.

Alexander rubbed his watch as he spoke, "I finally get it now."

His tone was unclear, making Kaitlyn feel uneasy.

"What do you get?" Kaitlyn forced a smile and sat down opposite him.