?<strong>Chapter 309:</strong>


    Ewing stood up and spoke gently, “Make the choice that feels right for you, Kallie. Whether you stay or leave, I’ll support whatever you decide. Take your time. There’s no pressure, okay? I’ll head off to see how our grandpa’s doing.”


    As Ewing headed for the door, Kallie rose to her feet and quickly followed him. She asked him in signnguage, “Ewing, if you can, could you find an expert to help me? I dislike having tomunicate like this.”


    Ewing couldn’t help but burst intoughter. It was unusual for him to show such a reaction.


    Honestly, he was delighted that Kallie could depend on him, not just as her cousin but as a source of support. It warmed his heart to know that Kallie genuinely considered him family.


    “Of course, I can help with that. However, you might need to return to Ferelden with us because I’ve got more contacts there.


    Kallie, I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to help you speak again, no matter the cost. Would youe to the hospital with me? We could visit our grandpa together.”


    Kallie nodded and smiled at Ewing.


    A few days ago, Tyrone experienced another rpse. He failed to recognize anyone, including Kallie. Moreover, he grew wary and barred anyone from getting close to him.


    However, Kallie seemed to be the only exception. Even though Tyrone didn’t remember Kallie for the time being, he felt a natural sense of familiarity and warmth toward her.


    Under Kallie’s persuasion, Tyrone finally agreed to take his medication. As he clutched Kallie’s hand, he leaned in and whispered, “Youngdy, could you please ask these people to leave? It’s quite overwhelming to have so many in my room.”


    Kallie nced at Ewing, who caught her eye and immediately understood. With a subtle gesture, Ewing signaled for the others to exit the room. Soon, the room cleared, leaving only Kallie and Tyrone in the quiet.


    Tyrone let out a sigh of relief and said honestly, “I can’t make sense of where all these folks came from, all addressing me with lofty titles. But you, youngdy, you seem familiar.”


    After a pause, he asked with a curious tilt of his head, “What is your name?”


    Kallie signed with a soft smile. Her gestures practically said, “My name is Kallie.”


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    “Kallie,” Tyrone echoed her name thoughtfully, as if trying to ce where he had heard it before.


    Suddenly Tyrone’s gaze snapped up. “How is it that I can understand your signnguage? Am I really able to sign?” he questioned, confusion etching his features.


    Kallie nodded gently. To ease his bewilderment, she gestured to exin that they used to be friends, and he learned signnguage tomunicate with her.


    She reassured him it was fine if he failed to remember anything for the time being, certain that he would reim his memories in no time.


    “Friends?” Tyrone repeated, a hint of recognition flickering in his eyes.


    Kallie chose her words carefully, knowing that the full truth might be overwhelming for him during his disoriented moments. Tyrone sometimes believed he was someone else, and during these episodes, convincing him of reality proved futile. Agitation could lead to unpredictable oues, so maintaining his calm was crucial.


    With a cautious hand, Kallie reached into her bag and pulled out a photograph, offering it to him. She asked whether he remembered the woman in the photo.


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