?<strong>Chapter 285:</strong>


    Kallie understood the gravity of the situation.


    Trentforted her, saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll call Mr. Ewing Nixon to arrange for another dress. It might take a bit of time, though.”


    Kallie stopped Trent before he could dial, shaking her head.


    She then proceeded to her room to retrieve the gifts from Klein. The dress and jewelry were just dazzling.


    The servant interpreted Kallie’s message. “These were sent by Klein. Are they suitable?”


    Trent smiled broadly and replied, “These are crafted by a renowned international designer, not only costly but also exclusive. There are only three or four such dresses in the entire world.”


    Trent continued, exining the jewelry’s unique origins, “Mr. Klein Nixon really put his heart into choosing these. Wearing them will be ideal, and Mr. Tyrone Nixon will be delighted. He ces great value on family unity.”


    With the circumstances as they were, Kallie feltpelled to wear the gifted attire.


    She sighed resignedly as Trent signaled for the stylist toe over.


    The dress Klein had chosen was cleverly designed to conceal Kallie’s pregnancy. Although only in her fourth month and barely showing, the dress’s wide and long skirt prevented any potential embarrassment.


    Given Kallie’s height, the lengthy skirt meant she could forego high heels.


    Once styled, Kallie regarded her reflection in the mirror, taken aback by her own elegance and sophistication.


    Her naturally modest dressing style had been transformed, entuating her gentle and attractive features, which, while pretty, were not usually so striking.


    Now that Kallie was fully dressed, her beauty shone through unmistakably. Although she typically dressed simply, the luxurious attire she wore now didn’t seem out of ce at all. Instead, Kallie carried herself with an effortless elegance and nobility, as if she had been born to it.


    Trent was visibly taken aback for a moment before his face lit up with joy. “You truly are a Nixon, through and through. Your temperament shines through no matter what.”


    Then, a sudden thought seemed to cloud Trent’s happiness, and his eyes moistened. He dabbed at the corner of his eye and said, “Kallie, you bear such a striking resemnce to Siena. Standing here before me, it’s as if she never left.”


    Kallie, looking at her reflection in the mirror, felt a surge of mixed emotions. She had seen pictures of her mother when she was young, and the resemnce was undeniable. Could it be that she was genuinely a member of this family?


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    With a heavy heart and thoughts swirling in confusion, Kallie took a deep breath and walked toward the front hall.


    The hall was bustling with guests. To underscore the significance Tyrone had attached to Kallie, every affluent and notable family from Burmoos had been invited.


    Before Kallie made her entrance, the guests indulged in idle gossip.


    “Could Kallie truly be Tyrone’s granddaughter?”


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