Love Unspoken

The doctor hoped Alexander could be present when they removed the bandages for Getty.

Alexander listened quietly. When the doctor finished, he said, "I understand," and hung up.

At the hospital, Getty's parents were by her side.

Every day, the first thing Getty did when she opened her eyes was look for Alexander. But every time, she was disappointed.

"Getty, what do you want to eat? I'll get it for you," her mom, Lucy Carter, asked with concern.

Getty looked away, disappointed. "He still hasn't come, has he?" she asked, her voice rough and hoarse. She thought it was because she was weak, but it had been like this for a long time. The doctor hadn't said anything, but she knew her voice might be ruined.

Lucy sighed. "Getty, Mr. Kennedy is very busy. Maybe he'll come once he's free."

Getty gave a bitter smile. "Maybe he's busy with someone else."

'In the past, no matter how busy he was, my call could bring him to me, even if it meant driving for hours. He would drop everything to see me. But when did he start to become cold towards me? Eventually, he stopped caring about me. Now,

it is as if he has forgotten my existence. I have always been immersed in the fantasy he created, even if it was just an act. As long as he treats me well and makes me feel that he cares about me and that he likes me, I'm willing to deceive myself and stay with him. But now, he doesn't bother to lie to me anymore.'

Thinking of this, Getty felt heartbroken, and tears streamed down her face.

Lucy quickly comforted her, hurriedly wiping away her tears.

"Getty, don't cry. The doctor said you shouldn't get too agitated. Mr. Kennedy really cares about you. He even asked us about your background before."

Getty was slightly stunned. "What did you say?"

Lucy realized she had let something slip and looked at her awkwardly, her expression complicated.

Seeing this, Getty struggled to sit up. "Mom, tell me, what is my background?"

Lucy hurriedly pressed her back down. "Lie down properly first, and I'll tell you."

Getty looked at her mother anxiously, eager to know the truth.

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Lucy hesitated for a while before making up her mind. "Getty, you used to say that we weren't your biological parents because we look so plain, and you look so beautiful." Lucy paused, feeling a bit sad. "It's true. We are not your biological parents. We adopted you."

She told Getty everything, including Alexander's previous inquiries.

After hearing it all, Getty's eyes were filled with shock.

"What did you say?"

Lucy wiped her tears. "Getty, I'm sorry. We didn't mean to deceive you. We just didn't know who your biological parents were, so we never told you."

Getty stared at her, tears welling up in her eyes, mixed with resentment.

She slowly withdrew her hand, the distance between them evident, making Lucy flustered.

"Getty, what's wrong?"

Getty hoarsely asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"If you had told me earlier, maybe I would have found them by now!"

Lucy's expression froze at these words.

She hadn't expected that the first thing her daughter, whom she had raised for nearly thirty years, would say upon learning the truth was to blame her for not telling her sooner. Nearly thirty years of nurturing couldn't compare to the biological parents who had dumped her and whom she had never met.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Getty cried heartbrokenly, constantly imagining, 'If I found my biological parents, I might have a status that matched Alexander's. Maybe he would have married me by now. It's their fault. They should have told me earlier, and then I wouldn't have ended up like this now.'

The more she thought about it, the deeper the resentment in her eyes grew. Her gaze made Lucy feel heartbroken, but meanwhile, it left her speechless.