Chapter 1670


    The elderly man in a wheelchair watched the unfolding chaos and tried to defuse the situation.


    However, his wheelchair slid forward and bumped into Jaylene. Unable to maintain her bnce,


    Jaylene tumbled to the ground.


    Meanwhile, the wheelchair was about to tip over when Trevor entered the room.


    The girl apanying him was visibly startled and rushed over to support the wheelchair. Feeling


    annoyed, she turned to Ste and said, “Why would you push Jaylene?’ Felicity promptly defended


    Ste and said, “When did she do that? The old man slid over in his wheelchair and bumped into


    Jaylene!”


    “Who are you two? How dare you barge into my grandfather’s hospital room and try to justify your


    actions?” the girl asked.


    Trevor stepped forward quickly to apologize. “Sorry, Mr.


    Foster. This is my sister, Ste. She probably had something to discuss with Jaylene and followed her


    here.”


    While helping Jaylene up, Trevor pulled Ste aside and whispered, “Let’s talk outside.”


    However, Ste resisted and shook off his hand. “Trevor, Keegan is here.”


    This statement left Trevor dumbfounded. “What?”


    “Keegan is here,” Ste repeated urgently. “Keegan is alive, and he’s in this hospital!”


    Trevor lowered his voice and asked, “Ste, are you sure you’re not just tired?”


    “I’m not. Keegan is really here. I saw his handwriting!” Ste insisted.


    She led Trevor to the erasable whiteboard in the room and pointed to the bottom right corner. “Look,


    Trevor. OverWait. Where is it?” Ste’s expression changed abruptly. The vague writing in the bottom


    right corner of the canvas was now nowhere to be seen. Her emotions surged, and her eyes reddened.


    “Did you erase the writing?” she questioned Jaylene.


    Meanwhile, Jaylene looked frightened. “I…”


    Ste pulled Trevor’s arm and said, “Look, Trevor. There’s a letter ‘y’ here. Look at how long the tail is.


    Keegan always wrote his ‘y’s like this. Only Keegan would do this, Trevor. He is still alive! He must be


    in this hospital!”


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    Trevor looked at the empty bottom right corner of the whiteboard, then nced at the emotionally


    charged Ste, and pressed his lips together. “Ste, you’ve had a long day. Why don’t I take you


    home?”


    Ste froze. “You don’t believe me…” She took a step back, and her tone gradually became calm. “I’m


    not leaving.


    Keegan is here, and I’m not going anywhere!”


    Knowing that he needed a delicate approach, Trevor said, “I believe you, Ste.


    I’ll help you find Keegan.”


    Jaylene tightened her fists, as she observed her brother’s caring attitude toward Ste.


    His love for both of them was clearly different. Trevor had only helped Jaylene briefly when she entered


    the family. He never inquired about her well-being after that. However, he searched every room in the


    hospital and even asked about the patients through his connections just to please Ste.


    Unfortunately, his efforts were wasted, as they found nothing rted to Keegan.


    Ste looked distraught. Trevor tried tofort her and said, “You’ve been exhaustedtely. Your


    emotions are all over the ce. Why don’t we go home and have a good night’s rest?”


    Ste closed her eyes and gradually calmed down. “Trevor, how did you end up here?” she asked in a


    low voice.


    Trevor exined, “After we went our separate ways, Jaylene called to tell me that Mr. Foster wanted to


    see me. So, here I am. Mr. Foster is our calligraphy teacher. We’re close even though I didn’t attend his


    sses much.”


    Trevor had guessed Matthew Foster’s intentions upon seeing his granddaughter. He was probably


    trying to y matchmaker between them.


    Trevor contemted leaving, but with Matthew’s granddaughter already waiting for him at the entrance,


    he realized that it would be inappropriate to note up and say hello. He did not expect to encounter


    a situation like this.


    He draped his coat over Ste’s shoulders and warmly said,” Stop thinking about him. Go home, get a


    good night’s sleep, and don’t look for him for the next few days. Go out with your friends. Rx a bit.”


    Ste was ying with her phone absentmindedly. While she was distracted, she replied, “Okay.”


    Then, Felicity’s phone vibrated. It was a text from Ste asking her to find someone to keep an eye on


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