Chapter 255



Despite Ewing’s kind demeanor, Kallie remained cautious, wary of trusting anyone too hastily in her vulnerable state. Walking in, Ewing ensured Kallie was comfortably settled in her room and arranged for a chef and a couple of servants to attend to her needs.

Throughout their interactions, Ewing’s gaze often drifted to Kallie’s belly, hinting at unspoken thoughts he hesitated to voice. Kallie, perceptive and astute, could almost read the concern in Ewing’s eyes. She understood that others might share his unspoken thoughts, feeling pity for her situation. To most, her husband’s heart lay elsewhere, even though she was pregnant and her well-being was not guaranteed.

Realizing the discomfort his scrutiny might cause, Ewing eventually averted his gaze, his demeanor shifting to one of awkwardness.

Kallie didn’t feel offended, though. She took out her phone and carefully typed a message, her demeanor calm and unperturbed. “Don’t worry. I’ve gotten used to it. After all, you’re not the first one to think that way.”

Kallie’s message only deepened Ewing’s sense of guilt. His voice softened as he replied, “Take care of yourself and consider this place your home. If you need anything, just let me know. Don’t keep it to yourself, okay? If possible, I hope you can visit Tyrone from time to time. He’s very fond of you. You’re his granddaughter.”

Kallie couldn’t ignore the earnestness in Ewing’s hopeful look. Her response was thoughtful, albeit tinged with an undercurrent of reluctance. “I doubt I’m the one you have been looking for, but I appreciate what you did for me today. I’ll visit Tyrone more often whenever I’m available. I hope you find your cousin soon.”

Ewing shook his head gently. “I guess you have a clear answer whether we’re related. I understand the Nixon family has failed you and your mother. If you choose not to forgive us, I won’t press you. However, Tyrone isn’t getting any younger, and it will mean a lot if you spend some time with him. He’s not to blame for past grievances.”

Kallie paused, the weight of Ewing’s words hitting her. Deep down, she recognized the truth of their connection, yet admitting it openly was another matter. Her mother’s dying wishes still echoed in her mind, a poignant reminder of past hurts. Kallie’s mother was reluctant to return to the Nixon family’s estate, and naturally, Kallie shared the sentiment.

Kallie could tell her return was not desirable for some individuals in the Nixon family. Yet, given the circumstances, she could only navigate the situation by staying in the grand Nixon family’s manor for the time being.

After ensuring Kallie’s comfortable stay with his meticulous arrangements, Ewing started to walk away while giving orders to the butler.

He first instructed to arrange for Bria’s swift return to Ferelden, thwarting any chance of her causing harm to Kallie again. On top of that, he doubled the number of bodyguards for Kallie’s safety, further safeguarding her well-being.

Just then, a sudden scream pierced the tranquility of the yard, snapping Ewing out of his ongoing arrangements of offering Kallie a peaceful life.

With a frown, Ewing quickly made for the sound. Servants with different duties halted in their tracks and gazed at the front gate in astonishment. There stood Noemi, Bria’s assistant, whose knees were bloodied, making even standing on her feet a challenge.

The servants, initially abuzz with whispers, fell silent upon noting Ewing’s arrival with a stern face. Approaching Noemi swiftly, Ewing’s frown deepened as he eyed the gruesome sight, asking with a hint of irritation, “Are you out of your mind?”

Despite her evident agony, Noemi managed to speak through gritted teeth.

“Mr. Nixon, it’s all my fault. Please, don’t be mad at Miss Nixon. She’s unwell and desperately needs a heart transplant.

Finding a suitable candidate from underhanded means was my idea. Miss Nixon only took pity on Kallie and thus took her in. I… I acted without earning Miss Nixon’s approval. But my intentions were all about Miss Nixon’s well-being.”

Ewing’s expression turned icier as he absorbed Noemi’s lame explanation. “Do you understand what you will face after taking the blame for Bria? The whole consequences. Do you need a reminder?” he asked sharply.

Noemi’s body trembled slightly. She surely knew the grave consequences she faced by taking all the blame upon herself, yet, she had no choice. Bria simply wanted to scapegoat her and publicly humiliate her.

“In that case, you…” Before Ewing could finish, Bria interrupted, her voice feigning urgency as she approached them.

“Ewing!” Bria called out, stamping her foot to attract his attention. “Even if Noemi did wrong, it was for my sake. You all know about my illness, but none of you care as much as Noemi does.”

Ewing’s gaze shifted to Bria, noticing a fleeting look of smugness in her eyes. He responded coolly, “Noemi made a grave mistake. As the head of the Nixon family, it’s only right that I address it accordingly.”

Bria, unable to counter Ewing’s reasoning, knelt beside Noemi in a dramatic gesture. “You just can’t punish Noemi! She has been with me since my childhood. If you decide to punish her, extend the punishment to me.”

Ewing couldn’t help but burst into laughter, the absurdity of the situation striking him amidst the tension.

Ewing stood firm in his resolve, his tone unyielding as he addressed Bria, “I never intended to let you walk away without paying for it. I’ve arranged for you to return to Ferelden as soon as possible. Until then, you are confined to your room for reflection.”

At his words, a subtle shift flickered across Bria’s face before she dramatically clutched at her chest, feigning a medical relapse.

Noemi, ever the loyal aide, sprang into action to support Bria’s act. “Mr. Nixon, please reconsider. Miss Nixon is innocent. Besides, she has suffered from a heart condition for years. If any misfortune befalls her during her journey to Ferelden, the regret will weigh on you forever,” Noemi implored.

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