GoodNovelChapter 242: Sarah managed to speak as softly as she could. "Hello, Tyrone. I heard we've met before. Do you recall where?" At that moment, Tyrone turned to face Sarah, his gaze icy. The smile on Sarah's face abruptly froze, and a hint of panic flickered in her eyes. Wasn't this the supposed deaf old man, the very one she had deliberately chosen to mock Kallie due to his disability? Who could have known this very man was Tyrone from the prominent Nixon family? Now, everything made sense to Sarah, especially why Tyrone told Ewing that he was impressed with her. How could he not be, given what she had done to him? A shiver of fear ran through Sarah. Ewing was oblivious to Sarah's odd demeanor as his focus was solely on his grandfather. Ewing studied Tyrone's expression carefully, only to find that Tyrone was merely giving Sarah a cold, distant look as if she were a complete stranger.
At Tyrone's icy gaze at Sarah, Ewing assumed Tyrone had another relapse. It seemed sobriety had gradually beca rarity for Tyrone. It was hard to predict what would happen next if things kept going on like this. The unpredictability of Tyrone's condition weighed heavily on Ewing, evoking a sadness that brought moisture to his eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTurning to Sarah, Ewing explained, "My grandpa doesn't seem to recall much right now. He gets confused now and then. But don't fret. Perhaps if you visit him more frequently, it will help spark his memory." Hearing Ewing mention that Tyrone struggled to recall past events and was disoriented at times, Sarah felt a wave of relief wash over her, easing her anxiety. Simultaneously, a daring thought flashed through her mind. Recalling Jake's indifference and Bria's public humiliation, Sarah resolved that one day, she would make them suffer.
Clinging to this newfound determination, Sarah quickly regained her composure. She bowed her head and feigned wiping away tears. "I understand what you're going through, Ewing. Don't worry. Even if it's just a misunderstanding, I'm willing to offer any help. It will be wonderful if Tyrone can recollect his memories quickly." Then, turning to Tyrone, Sarah spoke with gentle compassion. "We have met before, Tyrone. You once mentioned that I remind you of your granddaughter. I truly hope you can recover soon." Tyrone gazed into the distance with a blank expression. “Granddaughter... Where is my granddaughter?" he muttered.
As Sarah moved to grasp Tyrone's hand, he unexpectedly dodged and stood up.
"Bria is throwing a birthday party for me, right? Please, walkthere. I'd like to see everything. It's been so long since we celebrated like this," Tyrone said to Ewing.
Ewing gently took Tyrone's arm and guided him toward the hall. Sarah, undeterred by the awkward moment, followed them without hesitation. She considered the rarity of such an opportunity and how, if everything went smoothly, it could be her chance to climb up the ladder.
While the Miller family was certainly affluent, their wealth paled in comparison to the Nixon family's. For Sarah, this was about more than just money. It was about social standing and a matter of self-esteem.
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Sarah's mind raced with thoughts.
After helping Tyrone settle at the table, Ewing discreetly positioned a couple of bodyguards to r him Sarah seized the opportunity to sit next to Tyrone, despite his apparent disregard for her presence. She was determined to project an image of closeness with Tyrone, attempting to convince others of their non-existent kinship.
ON Ewing noted Sarah's actions, and his expression tightened into a slight frown. It was then that the butler interjected with a pointed question, "Is Miss Miller truly a member of the Nixon family?"
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