Chapter 942



Hearing Clayton’s voice, Kallie’s head snapped up, her previously warm gaze now frosty and unyielding.

“Hand over the person,” she commanded, her tone cutting through the tense air like a shard of ice.

Clayton’s heart skipped a beat, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion.

“Kallie, what’s going on? Who are you talking about?”

Kallie’s eyes flashed with a mix of frustration and concern, her lower lip trembling slightly.

“Hand the person over now.

Don’t make me take matters into my own hands.”

Behind his back, Clayton’s fingers curled into a tight fist, his knuckles turning white with the effort of suppressing his emotions.

Yet, he pushed forward, his voice tinged with mock hurt and disbelief.

“Kallie, I don’t know what’s going on, but you can talk to me.

Don’t we at least trust each other enough for that?”

With each word, Clayton’s voice cracked with emotion, his eyes welling up with unshed tears.

“I can’t help but notice how distant you’ve become over the years.

I’ve given up so many things, hoping we could keep our trust alive.

I have no family or friends.”

“You’re all I have.”

Caught off guard by Clayton’s vulnerability, Kallie hesitated, her resolve faltering for a moment.

Was she misjudging him? Could she be too harsh?

Just as she considered her response, Clayton’s complexion turned pale, his legs trembling beneath him.

He swayed dangerously, his breath coming in uneven gasps.

The butler hurried over, steadying Clayton and swiftly administering the heart medication, the urgency palpable in his movements.

Kallie, visibly surprised, observed Clayton taking the medication with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

“Didn’t the doctor say your health has been improving over the years?” she asked, her brow furrowing with worry.

The butler intervened promptly, his voice tinged with a hint of concern for Clayton’s well-being.

“Miss Nixon, I can no longer keep this from you.

Mr. Morgan’s health has never truly recovered.

Though the knife didn’t strike his heart directly, it damaged the surrounding blood vessels.

Any exertion or emotional strain could easily lead to complications.”

“Enough,” Clayton interjected firmly, feeling a slight relief from the medication, his hand gesturing for silence.

Reluctantly, the butler fell silent, closing his mouth with a troubled expression.

Clayton took a step back, his posture weary yet resolute.

“Kallie, I assure you, I have done nothing to betray your trust.

If you doubt me, feel free to search this place.

I’m willing to do whatever it takes to ease your concerns.”

Finally, Kallie sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping with lingering worry.

“I wasn’t trying to accuse you of anything.

Elma is missing, and I panicked, thinking she might have come to you.

You’ve always been so fond of her, and if she had any wild ideas, you might go along with them.

That’s why I came here, hoping she was with you.

I acted that way earlier to avoid alerting anyone.”

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