Chapter 241



Bria clenched her teeth, her frustration palpable, yet she could only watch as Ewing went to find Sarah.

Ewing likely shared all the details with Sarah. Sarah’s satisfaction was clear, radiating confidence with every glance. She even shot Bria a smug look, which did nothing but fuel Bria’s disdain.

Bria felt Sarah seemed willing to forget every connection to the Miller family, eagerly ditching them to ingratiate herself with the Nixon family. Ewing and Tyrone would be foolish if they chose to embrace Sarah and ignore her scheming side.

Bria grasped that complaining got her nowhere. As Ewing escorted Sarah away, a pang of distress seized Bria. She clutched her chest, her eyes flashing with a chilly resolve.

Despite everything, Bria took solace in knowing the gift she had asked Kallie to painstakingly prepare would make its mark. Bria consoled herself that once her health was restored, she wouldn’t have to fear people like Ewing and Sarah any longer. This thought smoothed the creases from her expression considerably.

Meanwhile, Kallie stirred, roused by the murmur of conversation. Pregnancy disrupted Kallie’s sleep, often leaving her restless and exhausted. Even with prolonged rest during the day, fatigue clung stubbornly. Thankfully, Bria had kept her promise, ensuring Kallie received plenty of prenatal care and nourishment.

Recently, Bria had been wrapped up in organizing Tyrone’s birthday celebrations, leaving her no time to pay attention to Kallie. However, Kallie was acutely aware that this period of calm was merely temporary. She couldn’t quite figure out Bria’s true intentions.

Amidst Kallie’s growing anxiety, the voices outside grew louder.

“Let’s just go to the party and enjoy ourselves. Why bother watching her?”

“But that’s Miss Nixon’s orders. If anything goes wrong, it’s on us.”

“What are you so scared of? Didn’t you see how she’s cozying up to Bria? She seems perfectly content now. Why would she want to leave? She’s probably never had it so good.”

The undertone of jealousy in their words was unmistakable.

As Kallie heard someone envying her “fortunate” circumstances, she couldn’t help but feel the irony of it all. Her current comfort was a trade-off for future safety. The uncertainty of what lay ahead was known to no one.

Outside, the debate continued fervently until, after a lengthy discussion, they finally decided to leave, ceasing to watch Kallie.

As the sound of footsteps receded, Kallie’s heart began to race. She sensed that her opportunity to flee was finally approaching.

Led by Ewing, Sarah approached the room where Tyrone stayed. Tyrone was seated at a piano, engrossed in his playing, his back to Sarah. Playing the piano was Tyrone’s only passion.

As soon as Sarah entered, she began to lavish praise on Tyrone. “Is that your grandfather? He plays the piano wonderfully. I’ve known a professional pianist who played it before, but Tyrone’s talent surpasses his by far.” Ewing couldn’t help but find her remarks amusing, responding with a hint of frost in his voice, “That piece was composed by my grandpa specifically for my aunt, his beloved only daughter. Miss Miller, it’s surprising you’ve heard it elsewhere.”

Realizing her mistake, Sarah offered an awkward smile and fell silent. At that moment, Tyrone ceased playing. Only then did Ewing approach Tyrone, smiling warmly. “Grandpa, this is Miss Miller. I brought her here to meet you. Does she look familiar? Is she the one you’ve been searching for?”

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