Chapter 270



Kallie acknowledged his request with another nod. She had intended to visit Tyrone earlier, but recent events and her own health issues had kept her away. The doctor had advised rest, and she had planned to see Tyrone once she felt better.

Still, the thought of visiting Tyrone brought Kallie a mix of anticipation and anxiety, given everything that had happened. “Mr. Nixon, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me all these days, and I understand your desire for Tyrone’s recovery. However, I don’t think I am his biological granddaughter. If this comes to light, it could be a big blow to him. Maybe I could visit him under a different pretext?”

Kallie was genuinely concerned for Tyrone.

Ewing observed Kallie, his expression a complex mix of emotions.

Though modern DNA testing might find it difficult to prove Kallie was his cousin due to Kallie’s parents’ death, Ewing still had the means to confirm it if he wished to, given the advanced medical equipment.

Ewing knew Jake was right. Kallie was part of the Nixon family. She was his aunt’s daughter.

Ewing supposed Kallie harbored suspicions about her heritage but perhaps found the truth difficult to accept.

With his aunt gone and the full story obscured by the past, Ewing held onto a hope that misunderstandings would eventually clear.

Ewing responded to Kallie’s proposal with understanding and a hint of resignation, “Talking to Tyrone about this wouldn’t change anything. Let’s just let things unfold naturally. I won’t hold it against you if you turn out not to be my cousin. Everyone has their path to follow.”

Reassured by Ewing’s response, Kallie did not press the issue further.

Led by the maid, Kallie approached Tyrone’s room. Her attention was immediately captured by the familiar scene of Tyrone playing the piano. The melody was evocative, much like the first time they had met.

The maid accompanying Kallie whispered that before taking over the family business, Tyrone had been the most artistically accomplished member of the Nixon family. Had his life taken a different path, he might have become a nationally recognized artist.

Kallie listened, moved by the music that seemed to cleanse the soul, and chose not to interrupt, settling herself quietly to one side.

As the piece drew to a close, Tyrone seemed to sense Kallie’s presence. He looked up with a gentle smile, his eyes meeting hers. “Do you remember this piece?” he asked.

Kallie, taken aback, instinctively pointed to herself, questioning if he was indeed speaking to her.

Tyrone confirmed with a nod and then switched to sign language, making the communication more personal and direct.

Tyrone’s gestures practically said, “I remember now. I had seen you at the Miller family’s banquet. I wasn’t very clear-headed at the time but felt a sense of familiarity upon seeing you, warming up to you instantly. Once home, I couldn’t shake off the possibility that you’re Siena’s daughter. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed likely.”

Kallie felt a surge of confusion. She gestured toward his ears, expressing through sign language that she was surprised by his proficiency in sign language and recalled he wore hearing aids the first time they met.

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