Chapter 337



This event worsened Siena’s relationship with Hamlin, while Abram’s family only intensified the discord. No one stood by Siena.

During a heated argument, Tyrone struck Siena sharply across the face.

Heartbroken, Siena left the Nixon household with Kallie, vowing never to return.

The public narrative was that Siena had defied the family’s plans and eloped with a man from the countryside, infuriating Tyrone. But that was far from the truth.

It didn’t take long before regret seized Tyrone. He spent over a decade searching for his daughter and granddaughter, finally reconnecting with them only recently.

Upon hearing this, Kallie instantly voiced her suspicion, “That’s not possible. My mother is meticulous. She wouldn’t let such a thing happen. There must be a mole.”

“That’s correct,” Ewing replied with a bitter smile. “We just discovered the mole. It turns out to be my own mother.”

Kallie was dumbfounded at this revelation, her eyes wide as she stared at Ewing in sheer disbelief.

Ewing’s eyes filled with bitterness, and his voice quivered as he spoke.

“Though it pains me to acknowledge it, the truth stands undeniable. The truth only came to light recently. Before the truth was uncovered, I was still under the impression that Siena was to blame. Yet, I’ve never held it against her.

Despite the struggles of the five years before I was found, I was certain of her innocence. I suspected a betrayer among my family, but never imagined it would be my own mother.”

“How could that be possible…” Kallie’s voice trailed off in shock. Though she had never warmed to Jennifer, the idea of Jennifer being the mastermind seemed far-fetched. Ewing, her son, faced betrayals too raw to ignore.

Tyrone, during his lucid moments, had shared grim tales of the past. When Ewing’s whereabouts had been uncovered, his captors had even planned to maim him to shirk their responsibility, ensuring Ewing could never reveal the full extent of their wrongdoings.

Kallie’s emotions were a tangled mess. She doubted her mother would ever orchestrate such heinous acts. But as the truth unfolded, it became apparent: Jennifer, Ewing’s own mother, was behind his years of torment.

Ewing hesitated before continuing, “I know it’s hard to believe. I found it hard to accept myself at first. But soon, we’ll understand my mom’s motives.”

Just then, a disturbance erupted at the door. Then, Hamlin’s voice called out, “Ewing, is Kallie awake?”

“Yes,” Ewing responded as he opened the door.

Hamlin entered first, looking as worn as Ewing had described. His eyes were shadowed, his gait awkward as though each step pained him. Having spent the entire night on his knees, Hamlin was undoubtedly in discomfort.

Despite this, the moment Hamlin’s eyes fell on Kallie lying in the bed, they filled with tears. He knelt before her.

Startled, Kallie exclaimed, “Hamlin, what are you doing? Please, stand up.”

But Hamlin shook his head, striking his own cheek hard.

“This is all my fault. I’ve failed to notice the signs of my wife’s misdeeds and stop her in time. I never saw the darkness in her thoughts. Hadn’t I brought her into our lives, none of this would have happened.

I’m terribly sorry, Kallie. I’ve seen what they did to Sophie. It was horrific. I’m not asking you to forgive us all, but at least know that Ewing cares deeply for you. Try not to hold this against him.”

Tears brimmed in Kallie’s eyes.

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