Love Unspoken

Kaitlyn had been swamped by reporters all day at the venue and didn't manage to escape until nightfall.

When she finally got home, she flopped onto the couch. "Oscar, get me a glass of water."

No answer.

She called out again, but it was like the whole villa was a ghost town. She dragged herself off the couch, looked around, and saw people were there, but they were all acting like she was invisible. "What the hell is this?" she yelled, but still, no one responded.

Just as she was about to blow a fuse, Getty walked in.

Seeing Getty only made her blood boil more. She snapped, "What are you doing here?"

Getty didn't even acknowledge her, just walked up and slapped some documents on the table. "Sign it."

Kaitlyn picked up the papers, suspicious. It was a property transfer agreement.

"What the hell is this?" Kaitlyn demanded.

Getty replied, "I talked to a lawyer. All the inheritance and assets you have are considered unjust enrichment. You don't have the right to inherit my dad's estate. As his daughter, I should get your share." Kaitlyn was shaking with rage. Pointing at Getty, she struggled to get the words out, "I am your mother!"

Getty sneered, "Oh, now you wanna play the mom card? Where were you all this time? Who was it that always gave me a hard time, kept me out, and left me in the gutter? Which of those actions scream 'mother' to you? Don't disgrace the title."

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With a mocking smile, she added, "Now you say you're my mother, how can you even say that?"

Kaitlyn stared at her in shock, took a moment to pull herself together, and then asked, "Did Alexander put you up to this?"

Getty shrugged, "Why do you care? Just sign it. If you don't, you'll end up in jail. I've checked, you're involved in trafficking and abandonment, and you'll be in prison for several years at least."

Giving Kaitlyn a once-over, Getty remarked, "I'm not even sure if you could handle prison for a few years, considering your health."

Kaitlyn, now visibly panicked, pleaded, "No, you can't do this to me, Getty. Have you forgotten? I've been so good to you this past year, I found you the best plastic surgeon, took care of you personally every day. How could you..." Getty cut her off, "Enough. Stop pretending. Do you really think a few small favors would make me forgive you? Let me tell you the truth, if it weren't for your connection to The Kennedy family, I wouldn't even bother with you."

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Every word Getty said was like a slap in the face, mercilessly hitting Kaitlyn.

She had always felt guilty towards Getty and tried every way to make it up to her, but she never expected Getty to think this way.

Getty urged impatiently, "Quit stalling, okay? Just sign it."

Kaitlyn's momentum weakened, and she looked at Getty almost pleadingly. "Getty, if I sign it, what will happen to me?"Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Why should I care? Just sign it, or don't come crying to me when the police arrive," Getty threatened.

Kaitlyn turned to look at the agreement on the table, as if she had aged a decade. Once she signed this agreement, she would have nothing left.