Love Unspoken

Walter said, "What else can we do? It's just a punishment. Let him fend for himself." Alexander chuckled.

It seemed like he was laughing at Walter's sermon just now.

"I thought Mr. Smith had turned over a new leaf and started being a good person."

Instead of being annoyed by his words, Walter chuckled softly, "It's not easy being a good person. When someone stabs you, you still have to persuade them to put down the knife."

As they were talking, Kyle hurried over, panting, "Mr. Kennedy, Ms. Morgan is awake."

Getty had been in a coma for four days, and today, she finally woke up.

Without wasting any time, Alexander followed Kyle to Getty's ICU room.

On the way, Kyle said to him, "Oh, by the way, Mr. Kennedy, the paternity test results for Ms. Morgan and her parents are out. But I forgot to bring them."

"What's the result?"

"They are not biologically related."

Alexander nodded and said no more.

To see Getty, one had to wear a cleanroom suit, and this was Alexander's first time going in.

Getty was extremely weak at this moment, her entire body wrapped in bandages, making it almost impossible to see her original appearance.

She could only move her head, with no other part of her body able to budge.

Getty's eyes followed Alexander's movements. When she saw his tall figure, her eyes welled up with tears.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes onto the gauze, touching her wounds, causing her whole body to tremble in pain.

Alexander sat down beside Getty. He wore a mask and a cleanroom cap, with only his deep eyes exposed.

Getty opened her mouth, already weak, and with the breathing mask on, her voice was barely audible. "Alexander."

Alexander looked at Getty, remaining silent for a long time.

Getty tried to discern something in his eyes, whether it was pity, love, or guilt.

But Alexander's eyes remained calm and unreadable, devoid of any emotion.

This made Getty feel upset.

"You shouldn't have come," Alexander suddenly spoke.

Getty was slightly taken aback. She breathed with difficulty and said hoarsely, "If I didn't come, what would you do?"

"I wouldn't die. When you came in, the firefighters were already there. Even if they found me later, I'd just be lying in a hospital bed for a few more days."

"Why did you go through all this trouble?"

Hearing this, Getty's heart sank even further.

So what did Alexander mean by this?

Was he saying she deserved it, or was he trying to distance himself from her?

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Regardless of the interpretation, it hurt Getty to the core, tears blurring her vision.

The calmer Alexander appeared, the more agitated Getty became, her breathing growing increasingly rapid.

The monitor beside her emitted a piercing alarm, and Alexander just sat there, quietly watching her.

Noticing Alexander's indifferent demeanor from the corner of her eye, Getty felt as if ants were gnawing at her wounds. She couldn't move, and the pressure in her chest intensified. Getty wanted to scream, to vent, to break free from her restraints.

Soon, the doctor rushed in. Seeing Getty so agitated, they immediately administered a sedative to her.

Getty stared fixedly at Alexander. Unsure if it was the dimness of the room or her tears clouding her vision, she could no longer make out Alexander's eyes.

Getty's fingers clutched the bedsheet, veins bulging on the back of her hand, desperately trying to discern the emotions in his eyes.

Despite her immense unwillingness, she couldn't resist the overwhelming drowsiness that swept over her, and slowly, she closed her eyes.

The doctor pushed Alexander out and began emergency treatment for Getty.

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