Chapter 275



Next to the couple stood a young man and Bria.

The young man resembled Ewing, but his charm was more pronounced, his eyes radiating warmth. His gaze met Kallie’s, and for a moment, she felt a flicker of tenderness.

Kallie remained wary. This man must be Klein Nixon, Bria’s brother.

A sly look passed between Bria and Klein.

Bria, surprisingly subdued, stood quietly off to the side.

A closer look revealed a smirk playing on Bria’s lips.

Bria’s expression told Kallie all she needed to know. Now that her family had arrived, she was staying put.

A wave of unease washed over Kallie. Unsure of Bria’s next move, she resolved to steer clear of Bria.

With Trent’s help, Tyrone settled into the grand seat at the head of the hall.

Abram eagerly approached Tyrone, a hint of caution in his voice. “Dad, you still remember me, right?”

Tyrone gave him a sidelong glance. “I’m not confused now.”

Abram smiled, relieved. “Fantastic! Knew it was smart of Ewing to bring you here for treatment. That boy’s a real gem, unlike Klein, who’s always out gallivanting instead of helping out.”

Abram shot a glare at Klein over his shoulder as he spoke.

Kallie’s first impression of Abram’s family wasn’t great, but she found herself studying Abram. Maybe he was genuinely concerned about Tyrone, or maybe he was just a smooth talker. Either way, he knew how to work a crowd.

Even Kallie knew that Tyrone was brought to this country during a relapse. Ewing had come to search for him.

Yet, Abram painted a picture of the dutiful grandson, Ewing, taking Tyrone here seeking treatment.

Klein stepped forward, his smile a mirror of his father’s, sly as a fox with a glint in his eyes. But his attention was elsewhere.

Klein’s smile widened as he turned to Kallie. “Grandpa, this is our cousin, right? Kallie Cooper, I believe? Mind if I call you Kallie? You’re absolutely stunning. You have your mother’s eyes. I remember seeing a photo of my aunt when I was a kid.”

Kallie knew Klein was just flattering her, but she was still a bit surprised. She had expected Abram’s family to reject her, therefore, Klein’s seemingly friendly demeanor caught her off guard.

Abram nodded and beckoned Kallie closer. “Come here, sweetheart. Let me take a closer look at you. Oh, you’re the spitting image of your mother.”

Abram hastily brushed away a tear, seemingly lost in a painful memory.

Seeing Abram’s distress, Kallie stepped forward, offering a polite smile to the others.

Astrid, Abram’s wife, cut in with a sneer. “Look at you guys, all smiles. She doesn’t seem too thrilled to see us, though. We’ve been standing here like statues, and she hasn’t even bothered to say hello.”

Bria let out a loud, mocking laugh.

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