My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！

Chapter 91: Conversation

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Keira shook her head, struggling.

She didn’t want to rot there forever!

She didn’t want to live in the filthy ditch either!

So, with the little time she had, she studied hard, striving to work her way up. She was determined to change her own fate!

At the age of four, she had never been to kindergarten. She secretly observed Isla, learning a foreign language. When Isla stumbled over a word, Keira was quick to respond. She thought she would receive praise from her mother. However, she never ever expected that what was about to occur was almost a complete disaster!

Poppy praised her and unexpectedly, gave her a piece of cake.

The sweet and rich cream in her mouth gave her a sense of satisfaction. She was reluctant to swallow it.

She thought her life was going to change. Poppy held her hand with a smile and took her out, only to hand her over to a human trafficker.

She didn’t cry or make a fuss. After all, the human traffickers at least gave her tasty candy, showed her kindness, and smiled at her.

Until they locked her in a basement with a bunch of other children.

There, she met an older boy.

They spent a month together, having a good time…

In the beginning, the boy didn’t talk much. Later, he asked her, “Don’t you want to escape?”

She said happily, “I don’t.”

Although there was no freedom, she got enough to eat, had warm clothes, and didn’t have to see her mother. She felt that was the happiest time in her life.

The boy was puzzled and asked, “Why?”

She said, “Because no one hits me here.”

The boy pondered her words before asking, “What’s your name?”

She shook her head.

It was a laughing matter. She, at the age of four, still didn’t have a name and didn’t have a household registration number…

All the other children would cry and make a fuss, while she smiled every day. The human trafficker was the least guarded against her. So in the end, the boy handed her a bag of sleeping drugs to put in the trafficker’s food.

She did it.

As the children were running haphazardly away, she just stood there.

The boy asked her, “Why don’t you leave?”

She shook her head. “I don’t know where to go.”

“Then, come home with me.”

The boy extended a hand toward her, and she took his hand.

She didn’t go home with him in the end. Because they were so young, they were rescued by the police as soon as they descended the mountain. Her identity was confirmed, and she was sent back to the Olsen family.

Before parting, she held onto the boy’s leg and asked him in confusion, “Didn’t you say you would take me home?”

A police officer beside them chuckled. “Little girl, you aren’t his kin. You can’t go to his home.”

She had tears in her eyes. “But I don’t want to go home! I want to be with him forever!”

The boy stroked her head and asked her, “Is it because you’ll be beaten when you go home?”

The police officer didn’t take note of this. After all, children of their age often made a big fuss at home, and getting spanked was just a part of life.

However, the boy took her seriously and said, ‘Wait for me. When we grow up, I’ll come and marry you, and take you to my home.”

Keira woke up abruptly.

The scenes from her dream passed by like a fast-forwarded slideshow, leaving her momentarily confused about what was real and what was a dream…

She didn’t know about others, but she remembered clearly everything that happened when she was four.

She remembered that the boy gave her a nickname, Eleven, because she was the eleventh child who was trafficked there.

She remembered the taste of chocolate.

She remembered the sunlight pouring into the dark basement, and the dust dancing in the light.

That was the happiest time when she was a kid.

And this year, she turned 22, yet, that boy still hasn’t come to marry her.

A bitter smile emerged on Keira’s face.

It wasn’t that she was really fond of him. A four-year-old child knew nothing about love, but his existence was the pillar that supported her through countless episodes of abuse and assault.

For other children, their light was Ultraman.

Her Ultraman was that boy…

Unfortunately, the boy was only a kid. He must have long forgotten about her.

Keira blinked and finally realized the strange atmosphere in the room.

She turned her head and saw Lewis sitting next to her, asking, “Do you want some water?”

Before Keira could react, Matthew’s voice came from the other side. “Irrelevant people should leave now. I have to examine the patient.”

He picked up the stethoscope and came to the bedside, looking at Lewis.

Lewis’s face was gloomy. “I’m not an irrelevant person.”

Matthew continued. “Apart from the patient and the doctor, everyone else is irrelevant. Moreover, I have to examine the patient, which requires removing her clothes. It’s not appropriate for you to be here.”

Lewis frowned, “It’s appropriate for you to do it?”

Matthew walked to Keira and lifted her blouse. “I’m a doctor. In my eyes, there is no distinction of gender.”

Lewis wanted to say something more, but when he saw the segment of her slender waist beneath her blouse, he blushed and immediately left the room.

After leaving the room, Tom, who was waiting outside, subconsciously peeked inside.

Lewis immediately blocked the doorway, shut the door, and scolded, “What are you looking at?”

Tom was perplexed.

He cleared his throat and said, “Boss, Miss Olsen’s name is a trending topic.”

Then he handed over his mobile phone.

Lewis took it and saw the top trends showing a journalist conducting an interview.

The interviewee was Finley Hill’s son, Connor Hill, who was wearing his school uniform, his face characteristically filled with discomfort and caution.

The journalist enquired, “About your father’s murder case, what do you have to say?”

Connor seemed somewhat not used to face the camera, so he faltered. “My cousin…she didn’t do it intentionally. It was an accident…”

“Your father was a gambler. Didn’t you hate him too?”

Connor hesitated for a moment. “Sometimes yes, but there’s nothing much to do about it. You can’t change who you are born to, but I would like to say one thing for my cousin. Over the years, my father has been constantly going to her for money, and what happened was indeed manslaughter. I’m ready to issue a letter of understanding for my cousin, and hope that the police will deal with her leniently.”

This interview was initially unremarkable, but after these words, someone in the crowd shouted, “Did you know that your good cousin has been released on bail for a ridiculous reason? Anemia is said to have affected her health! Is she going to evade the crime?”

With these words, the whole news suddenly heated up.

Hashtags such as #SecondGenerationRichEligibleForBail#, #RichBratGetsAwayWithMurder#, and #MoneyBuysInnocenceForTheRich# immediately went onto the trending list.

Everyone questioned Keira’s eligibility for bail.

At a glance, it was clear someone was behind this and paid for the top trends.

Lewis’s face darkened. “Go find out who paid for it.”

“Yes.”

After that, Tom surveyed the surroundings. “I just discovered that some reporters have sneaked in.”

Lewis’s face suddenly turned cold. “Find some people and secure the area.”

Keira was physically weak and shouldn’t be disturbed now.

Inside the ward.

When Lewis left the room, Matthew put the stethoscope aside and sat next to Keira.

Keira asked, “Matthew, why are you teasing him?”

Matthew sneered. “You didn’t even tell me you got married. Am I still your brother?”

Keira said indifferently, “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

Matthew seemed to perceive something and changed the topic. “What dream did you just have? You kept calling someone ‘Brother’…”

Keira smiled. “I dreamt of when I was three or four years old…”

If it weren’t for this, she wouldn’t have felt anything, but bringing it up like this, she suddenly remembered the conversation in the dream….

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