Love Unspoken

Cynthia guessed, "With Wayne being so sharp, he wouldn't just buy into someone saying they had his kid without proof. He'd definitely need a paternity test and would probably handle it himself." She continued, "So, Kaitlyn took you for a paternity test. By the time it was done, you were too old to be swapped with another baby at the hospital. Scared of getting caught, she just ditched you." Getty, hearing Cynthia's logic, stared hard at Kaitlyn. "Is that true?"

Kaitlyn stayed silent. Her silence said it all.

Getty sneered, "So, all this time, I was the one you dumped. Why?"

Ruby suddenly had a lightbulb moment and asked, "So, Mom, does that mean Alexander is your son?"

As soon as she said this, everyone's eyes turned to Alexander.

Alexander sat there, stone-faced, not saying a word, like he was just a bystander.

Cynthia opened her mouth to say something but held back.

She walked to the coffee table and picked up the stack of paternity tests.

Since Alexander had thought of Ruby and Getty's identities and had paternity tests done for them, he naturally wouldn't have left himself out.

So she flipped to the last page, which was her paternity test with Alexander, showing no blood relation.

Alexander had no blood relation with anyone present.

Ruby, who had been focused on her own paternity test, now saw this and exclaimed in surprise, "He's not? Then whose kid is he?"

Cynthia's expression was complicated as she put the papers back on the table.

Cynthia told Ruby, "Actually, I can't have kids. Ruby, you were given to me by a friend."

She continued, "She had long discovered her son had been swapped with a girl and later found out who had swapped the children. But she didn't take Alexander back. I always wanted a daughter, so she gave Ruby to me." Kaitlyn was puzzled. "Why didn't she take Alexander back?"

Cynthia replied, "Because she knew what you were up to. At that time, they were in conflict with the Kennedy family. If the Kennedys could raise their son and leave him an inheritance in the future, why would they want to take him back? If you couldn't get into the Kennedy family, she would have taken him back. And since I had no children, Ruby was given to me. Wasn't it a win-win?"

"You guys are so selfish," Kyle said angrily. "Using your kids as tools for profit."

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He looked worriedly at Alexander.

If it weren't for them, Alexander's relationship with Quinn wouldn't be so strained. But now, Quinn was dead, and these truths no longer mattered.

Kyle couldn't imagine what Alexander was feeling at that moment.

Alexander stayed silent, his face calm, leaving everyone guessing his thoughts.

"Who are they?" Alexander finally spoke, his voice low and suppressed.

Cynthia looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry. I can't tell you."

Alexander forced a self-mocking and bitter laugh.

He stood up from the sofa, ignoring everyone, and slowly walked out under their gaze.

His back looked desolate, shrouded in an inescapable gloom, his steps unsteady as if he might collapse at any moment.

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Kyle looked around and quickly followed him out.

When they reached the yard, Alexander stumbled and almost fell, but he managed to grab the stone table for support.

Kyle rushed to support him. "Mr. Kennedy, are you okay?"

Alexander laughed softly, a hint of sorrow in his voice. "Kyle, do you find this funny?"

Kyle was stumped.

"Mr. Kennedy, Alexander, it's all a joke," Alexander said, grabbing Kyle's shoulder and almost gritting his teeth. "Kyle, I'm a total joke! Can't you see that? Has anyone messed up their life as much as I have?" Kyle looked at him worriedly. "Mr. Kennedy, this isn't your fault."

Alexander snapped, "Don't call me that. It's disgusting!"

Then he laughed, a sound forced from his throat, filled with endless anger and a touch of madness.

As he laughed, he suddenly clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.