Chapter 374



Kallie almost lost her footing, her head spinning and her limbs weakening.

The butler apologized anxiously, “Miss, it’s all my fault. I should have kept a closer eye on Mr. Nixon. Despite the surrounding bodyguards, somehow, he just disappeared.

In just a blink of an eye, he was gone. We’ve been searching everywhere but haven’t found him yet. I rushed back to inform you. Our team is still on the lookout. Please hold your horses. Mr. Nixon couldn’t have gone far, and we will surely find him.”

Kallie felt numb from the news, her inner turmoil evident. She shouldn’t have believed she could keep Tyrone safe by herself. She just couldn’t protect anyone now. She would be at a loss for words to form an explanation if Ewing caught wind of this and asked her.

The sound of crying snapped Kallie out of her turbulent thoughts. She knelt down and embraced Sophie. “Sophie, this isn’t your fault. It’s mine. If I had sent you to kindergarten today, none of this would have happened. Go rest now. I promise we’ll find your Great-grandpa.”

Turning to the butler, Kallie continued, “Brett, you’ve served the Nixon family for years. While you could have retired, given your age, you chose to stick around due to your concern for Tyrone. I really appreciate this. Please don’t hold yourself accountable for this incident. It’s my fault.”

Tears filled Brett’s eyes. “Mr. Nixon has always shown kindness to me. Yet, I messed up this simple task.”

As Brett raised his hand, intending to slap himself in frustration, Kallie quickly stopped him, her tone tinged with disapproval.

“Brett, we need you to stay rational and clear-headed right now. Remember when Tyrone suffered from an episode and somehow ended up in Avalon? It had taken Ewing quite some time to find him. I’m sure we’ll find Tyrone again. Now, please think clearly—where do you think he’s most likely to have gone? You know him well.”

Brett wiped away his tears and quickly listed several possible places. Kallie and her team searched throughout the night but found no trace.

Twenty-four hours had passed since the disappearance. Kallie immediately reported Tyrone’s disappearance to the police, providing details about his appearance, clothing, and last known location.

Kallie also allocated funds to hire a specialized missing persons agency, declaring firmly, “Cost is not a concern. Just do whatever it takes to find him.”

Despite the efforts, they still had no leads.

The search team was highly professional. Though unsuccessful, they provided Kallie with some analysis. “Within a day, an elderly person couldn’t have gone far away on foot.

Even if he used various types of transport to leave Burmoos, it’s unlikely that no traces were left. Chances are that he was taken by someone. Identifying who took him will require further police investigation. Ms. Nixon, thank you for your trust, but we have done everything possible.”

Kallie nearly lost her balance. She bit her tongue, using the pain to steady herself. She was heartbroken, yet she knew this was not the time for emotions to take over. She had to stay composed.

Kallie handed the leader some money, not out of generosity but with a different intent. “Please continue the search. Money is no object. However, I have one condition. My grandfather’s disappearance must remain confidential. I have already briefed my team about this. If any rumors start circulating, I will have to cast suspicion on all of you.”

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