?<strong>Chapter 278:</strong>


    Tyrone’s departure after saying his piece was swift and marked by frustration, leaving Kallie feeling cornered and conflicted.


    Determined to seek advice, Kallie nned to consult with Ewing, hoping tomunicate her unease about the banquet and the implications it might have concerning her ce in the family. She feared inadvertently taking the spot that might not rightfully be hers.


    The following day, before Kallie could reach out to Ewing, Abram and his family intercepted her.


    Abram’s and Klein’s smiles were cordial, yet they failed to mask the underlying formality.


    Kallie mirrored their politeness with a constrained smile of her own and attempted to excuse herself.


    “Kallie,” Klein interjected, his tone warm, blocking her path.


    Facing Klein, Kallie’s expression turned frosty, signaling her difort.


    The servant standing next to Kallie, ever vignt and loyal to Tyrone’s directives, addressed Klein with a professional detachment, “Is there something I can help you with, Mr. Klein Nixon?”


    Klein, momentarily caught off guard, quicklyposed himself. “I’m here to apologize. Tyrone was right. We should have been more considerate of your feelings. We were too hasty yesterday and didn’t even bring gifts. Today, we’ve brought some.”


    With a p of his hands, two individuals appeared, carefully cing gift boxes in front of Kallie.


    Klein motioned toward the boxes, encouraging Kallie to take a look.


    Noticing Kallie’s reluctance, Klein let out a sigh. “You don’t seem to like us. It’s my fault. If these gifts don’t appeal to you, I can find something else.”


    His expression conveyed a mix of concern and a subtle hint of maniption, suggesting that refusing the gifts would be almost wrongful.


    Kallie eyed Klein warily, contemting a response but sensing that words might be futile.


    With a reluctant air, Kallie opened the boxes.


    One revealed a stunningly crafted dress, and the other, an array of dazzling jewelry.


    Just then, Bria, unable to contain her jealousy, chimed in with a cutting remark, “These gifts are worth at least 30 million, and that dress is tailor-made.”


    Bria shot Klein a disapproving nce. “Klein, you have never given me such a wonderful gift. Why would you present something so precious to Kallie right upon meeting? Is she more important to you than your own sister?”


    Klein’s smile was tinged with helplessness. “You have been living with us since you were a child and have everything you need. But Kallie has endured so much on her own. It’s only right that we give her the care and support she deserves.”


    Bria pondered his words and found them reasonable. Her frustration began to ease.


    Kallie stared at the items in the box, her brow furrowing in concern. She shook her head firmly, her signnguage interpreted by the servant standing next to her. “I can’t ept these. They are far too expensive. Even as a meeting gift, they’re too much. It would be best if you gave these to Bria instead. I just couldn’t ept them.”


    Klein’s tone was earnest as he persisted. “I know you are shy. But please consider epting these gifts. If you refuse, I’ll just have Ewing handle the persuasion. You know how persuasive he can be. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll go to Tyrone. His greatest wish right now is to see us getting along. I bet he wants you to ept these gifts.”


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