Chapter 260



Frustrated, Edgar challenged them, saying, “I saw you let Mr. Reeves in. Why won’t you let me in? That’s not fair!”

The lead bodyguard maintained a cool demeanor and replied, “Apologies, but we’re following direct orders from our superior. I hope you can understand.”

Jake walked over briskly, signaling Edgar not to make a scene.

Edgar fell silent, a sulk marking his expression.

As they moved away, Edgar’s frustration became apparent. “Mr. Reeves, you shouldn’t have made compromises. It’s clear Ewing isn’t fond of you.”

Jake, his gaze fixed ahead, uttered slowly, his response caught Edgar off guard, “It’s actually a good thing if Ewing harbors some bias against me. It means he’s vigilant, which helps safeguard Kallie’s safety. He’s protective of her, and if he’s cautious with me, he’ll be even more so with others. Besides, since he’s made commitments publicly, he’s bound to uphold them.”

Edgar’s worry lingered. “But what if she isn’t Ewing’s cousin?”

Jake shook his head, dismissing the concern. “Even if that is the case, he won’t backtrack on his decision. Right now, Tyrone needs stability, and Kallie’s presence provides that. The Nixon family operates differently than the Reeves. They aren’t as cold.”

Edgar caught the deeper meaning in Jake’s words, sighing softly.

The implication was clear. The Reeves family was as emotionally detached, lacking the warmth or empathy.

Breaking the contemplative silence, Jake suddenly declared, “Let’s head to the hospital.”

Edgar responded with a nod and courteously opened the door for Jake.

As the two entered the hospital, the scene was tense. Members of the Nixon family, along with Sarah, were clustered outside the VIP ward.

Sarah looked particularly anxious.

Dean and Stan were also present. The atmosphere was thick with solemnity.

However, the mood shifted slightly as Jake approached with an air of calm that contrasted sharply with the prevailing distress.

Dean immediately confronted Jake, his frustration boiling over. “Our mom had an accident. You barely visited, and now that she’s critically ill, how can you remain so composed? Don’t you care at all?”

At this point, Stan approached Jake.

Stan’s disfigured left face was concealed by a mask, lending him a mysterious, somewhat eerie, appearance. His unmasked side, though handsome, was marked by a somber expression.

“Dean, let’s stay hopeful. Mrs. Reeves will pull through.” Though Stan’s words appeared to soothe Dean, his gaze shifted accusingly at Jake. “But, Jake, your detached demeanor hardly seems fitting for a son whose mother is lying here critically ill.”

Before Jake could respond, Sarah jumped to his defense. “Hey! Hold on. Don’t jump to conclusions. Jake has been incredibly busy, but he’s not been negligent. He’s made extensive preparations.”

Jake nodded. “Yes, I have indeed made many preparations.”

Spotting Jake’s slight gesture, Edgar promptly pulled out several items. It was some urns and things used in funerals.

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