Chapter 271



Tyrone responded with a smile, his expression tinged with a sense of nostalgia and longing.

His hand moved as his gestures explained that over the years, he had let go of many responsibilities tied to the Nixon family to search the world for Siena and her daughter. He would assume different identities whenever his memory confusion clouded his mind. Back at their first encounter, he had thought of himself as a deaf-mute, thus wearing hearing aids and learning sign language.

After sharing this story, Tyrone smiled awkwardly and made a playful shushing gesture. He added that Ewing didn’t know about this and preferred Kallie to keep it a secret between them since he did not want Ewing to worry about him.

Tyrone’s confession eased Kallie’s nerves, drawing a laugh from her. The mood in the room lightened up.

Kallie then told Tyrone she didn’t mind him talking since she enjoyed hearing different voices. She hoped she could make her own voice heard one day.

Tyrone nodded, his expression thoughtful.

The two chatted for a while.

Kallie’s initial nervousness melted away as she came to view Tyrone not just as a previous formidable family leader but as an amiable elder.

Kallie still harbored doubts about the truth of her lineage. Yet, she had decided to set aside any past grievances with the Nixon family if she was really Tyrone’s biological granddaughter, choosing to embrace a more serene and joyful approach to life during her stay.

Just then, there was a sudden urgent knock at the door.

Tyrone’s demeanor shifted instantly. He signaled to the nanny, who promptly went to answer the door.

Standing in the doorway was Noemi.

Noemi burst into the room, tears streaming down her face. “Mr. Tyrone Nixon, please, you must let Miss Nixon stay. Mr. Ewing Nixon is set on sending her away, and Miss Nixon has suffered her third relapse today. You’re aware of her fragile health. If these episodes continue, she might not withstand the strain. Mr. Ewing Nixon is adamant on this. But he clearly has misunderstood Miss Nixon. Worse, he won’t listen to anyone. Your intervention is needed. Otherwise, the situation could deteriorate.”

Tyrone’s brow furrowed in concern and confusion. “Bria had a relapse? Why wasn’t I informed?”

Noemi lowered her head to hide the guilt in her eyes. “Miss Nixon didn’t want to worry you, knowing you need more rest. She just took some emergency heart medication to cope with her own suffering.”

Tyrone’s response was tinged with displeasure. “If Bria is ill, she should be seeing a doctor. What’s the use of coming to me? What am I supposed to do? I’m not a physician. How can I possibly cure her?”

With a hopeful look, Noemi quickly interjected, “Mr. Tyrone Nixon, so does this mean you agree to let Miss Nixon stay?”

Tyrone simply shook his head. “That’s not what I mean. Ewing has a mind of his own. If he’s made such a decision, he undoubtedly has his reasons. Moreover, he isn’t one to act recklessly. He likely has arranged everything for Bria’s departure. Just trust his plan and proceed with his orders. Why must Bria and you fuss over this?”

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