Chapter 310



Tyrone’s eyes filled with tears as he took the photo, recognition dawning. “Of course, I do. This is my daughter. She was upset and ran away. I came here to look for her,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Tyrone pointed at the little girl in the photo, adding, “And this little girl she’s holding is my granddaughter. She looks just like her mom did at that age, so adorable.”

A sad smile touched his lips as he continued, “I don’t know where my daughter and granddaughter are now. It’s my fault. I made my daughter angry. She probably never wants to see me again.”

Kallie’s heart ached for Tyrone, nearly overwhelmed by the urge to cry, but she steadied herself and offered him comfort. Aiming for a soothing and reassuring response, she gestured that his daughter missed him terribly and held no resentment. She added that she knew where his daughter was.

Hope lit up Tyrone’s eyes as he intently looked at Kallie. “You’re not playing tricks on me, are you?”

With a firm shake of her head, Kallie gestured that she genuinely knew where his daughter and granddaughter were and could offer to take him to them should he trust her and follow her lead.

To her astonishment, Tyrone agreed without hesitation. “I trust you. Somehow, I feel compelled to believe what you say,” he said. “You mentioned we’re friends, and true friends don’t betray one another.”

A warm smile crossed Kallie’s face as she looked at Tyrone, who trusted her fully.

Over the years, Tyrone’s prolonged longing for Siena visibly weighed on him. Kallie pondered whether Siena, his estranged daughter and her mother, ever regretted leaving the Nixon family, if she were still alive to reflect.

Having comforted Tyrone, Kallie recalled Bria was also in the hospital.

Hearing of Bria’s significant health improvement, no longer needing a ventilator, Kallie decided to visit her. Having reached the doorway of Bria’s ward, Kallie was met with Bria throwing a fit.

Bria, caught in a tempest of rage, had just slapped Noemi and then hurled a bowl of soup over her head, her gaze filled with fierce loathing. “Why are you flinching? Didn’t you promise to always obey me?”

Bria’s voice was sharp and accusing. “Are you saying you lied to me?”

Noemi, wincing from the sting of the earlier assault, was too frightened to voice her pain. “I’m willing to endure whatever makes you happy,” she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. “I truly wish to serve you for life.”

Bria’s anger only intensified. “Get out!” she snapped.

As Noemi hurried out of the room, she almost collided with Kallie. Noemi quickly averted her gaze, but not before Kallie noticed the flash of resentment in her eyes.

It was clear that Bria had been harsh with Noemi lately. Given Bria’s recent near-death experience at the hands of her own brother and trusted servant, the fact that Noemi was still alive was perhaps a testament to some remaining restraint in Bria.

Kallie glanced at Noemi for a brief moment before shifting her focus.

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