How I Accidentally Married a Billionaire

Chapter 91: Chapter 91

Keira Olsen shook her head, struggling.

She didn’t want to rot there for a lifetime!

She certainly didn’t want to take root and sprout in a filthy ditch!

So she strove to improve herself, using the limited time she had to study hard. She was determined to change her fate!

Then there was her at four years old, a her who had never been to kindergarten, secretly observing Isla Olsen, learning foreign languages. When Isla couldn’t pronounce a word, yet she could say it effortlessly, she thought she would be praised by her mom. But she never expected that it would almost lead to a disaster!

Poppy Hill praised her, and, for the first time, gave her a piece of cake.

The sweet cream in her mouth was so satisfying that she didn’t want to swallow it.

She thought her life was about to change. Poppy Hill smiled, took her hand, and led her out the door, only to throw her to… the traffickers.

She didn’t cry or make a fuss because, at least, the traffickers would give her nice-looking candy and treat her with gentleness and smiles.

Until they locked her and a bunch of kids in the cellar.

There, she met big brother.

They lived together for a month and got along very well…

At first, big brother didn’t like to talk much, but later he asked her, “Don’t you want to escape?”

She crisply said, “I don’t want to.”

To stay there meant no freedom but possible full stomachs, warm clothing, and no mom… She felt it was the happiest time of her life.

Big brother was puzzled, “Why?”

She answered, “No one beats me here.”

Big brother was stunned. “What’s your name?”

She shook her head.

It was laughable that at four years old, she didn’t have a name yet, no household registration…

While the other children would cry and fuss, she would smile every day. Thus, the traffickers’ guard was down the least around her. So, in the end, big brother handed her a bag of drugs to slip into the traffickers’ food.

She did it.

The children all scrambled out in panic, but she just stood there, staring blankly.

Big brother asked, “Why don’t you run away?”

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

“Then come home with me.”

Big brother extended his hand to her, his large hand enveloping her small one.

…

She didn’t go home with big brother because they were too young. They were just down the mountain when the police rescued them. Her identity was clarified, and she was to be repatriated to the Olsen family.

Before parting, she clung to big brother’s legs, not understanding, she asked him, “Didn’t you say you would take me home?”

The police officer next to her couldn’t help but laugh and cry, “Little girl, you’re not from the same family. You can’t go to his house.”

Her eyes reddened, “But I don’t want to go home! I want to be with big brother forever!”

Big brother stroked her head, asking, “Is it because you’ll get beaten if you go back home?”

The police didn’t take his words seriously, considering that kids of that age often made a ruckus at home, and getting beaten was common.

But big brother earnestly said to her, “Wait for me. When you grow up, I will come to marry you and take you to my house.”

…

Keira Olsen suddenly woke up with a start.

The events in the dream flashed by like a passing glimpse, leaving her momentarily unable to distinguish what was real and what was fake…

She didn’t know if the others could remember the things from when they were four years old.

But she remembered everything clearly. She remembered the nickname big brother gave her, Eleven, because she was the eleventh child to be trafficked.

She remembered the taste of chocolate.

She remembered the sunlight streaming into the dark cellar, and the dust flying in the light.

That was the happiest time of her childhood.

But she was 22 years old now, and that big brother had not yet come to marry her.

Keira Olsen’s lips curled into a rueful smile.

It wasn’t that she was really fond of him, a four-year-old child didn’t understand love, but the existence of her big brother was the pillar that supported her through countless abuses and beatings.

The other children’s hero was Ultraman.

Her Ultraman was her big brother…

Unfortunately, her big brother was also a child back then, she had probably long forgotten him.

Keira Olsen blinked, finally realizing that the atmosphere in the room seemed a little off.

She turned her head to see Lewis Horton sitting next to her, asking, “Want some water?”

Before Keira Olsen could respond, Matthew Olsen’s voice had already risen on the other side: “I’d ask unrelated personnel to leave, I need to examine the patient.”

He picked up the stethoscope and approached the bedside, looking at Lewis Horton.

Lewis Horton said with a stern face, “I don’t think I qualify as unrelated personnel.”

Matthew Olsen continued, “Aside from the patient and the doctor, everyone else is unrelated personnel. Moreover, I need to examine the patient, which requires undressing. It’s not convenient for you to stay here.”

Lewis Horton frowned, “And you are convenient?”

Matthew Olsen walked to Keira Olsen and lifted the hem of her shirt: “I’m a doctor. To me, there is no distinction of gender.”

“…”

Lewis Horton wanted to say something else, but seeing that lifted shirt revealing a stretch of pale waist, his face flushed and he immediately stood up and walked out the door.

After leaving the hospital room, Tom Davis involuntarily glanced inside.

Lewis Horton immediately blocked the door crack, closed the door, and then reprimanded, “What are you looking at?”

Tom Davis: ?

He coughed and then said, “Boss, Miss Olsen is on the trending searches.”

Immediately, he handed over his phone.

Lewis Horton took it, only to see the trending list featured a reporter’s interview.

The interviewee was Finley Hill’s son, Connor Hill, wearing a school uniform, his face bearing its habitual discomfort and caution.

The reporter asked, “Regarding the case of your father’s murder, what do you think?”

Connor Hill seemed a bit awkward in front of the camera, dodging the question, “My cousin didn’t do it on purpose, it was manslaughter…”

“Your dad was a gambler, do you hate him as well?”

Connor Hill hesitated for a moment, “Sometimes, yes, but it can’t be helped, I can’t change who I was born to. But I want to say a few words for my cousin. In recent years, my father indeed often went to her asking for money, and the situation at that time was indeed manslaughter. I am willing to issue a statement of forgiveness for my cousin, hoping the police could be lenient.”

This was originally an unremarkable interview, but just after these words fell, someone in the crowd shouted, “Do you know that your so-called good cousin has been released on bail awaiting trial? And the reason is laughable, because of anemia affecting her health!”

With that, the news suddenly fermented.

#SecondGenerationRichBail#, #RichSecondGenerationGetsAwayWithMurder#, #RichKidsForgivenessStatementsTrend# and other entries rushed to the trending searches.

All were questioning Keira Olsen’s eligibility for bail.

One could tell that someone was pushing this from behind, having bought the trend.

Lewis Horton’s eyes darkened, “Find out who bought the trend.”

“Yes, sir.”

After Tom Davis spoke, he looked around, “I just found out that a few reporters have snuck in.”

Lewis Horton’s expression suddenly became icy: “Get some people, secure this place.”

Keira Olsen was weak, and it wasn’t the right time for disturbances.

Inside the hospital room.

After Lewis Horton left, Matthew Olsen put the stethoscope aside and sat beside Keira Olsen.

Keira Olsen: “Bro, why are you teasing him?”

Matthew Olsen sneered, “You get married and don’t tell me, and you still have the face to call me brother?”

Keira Olsen’s eyes deepened, her attitude grew distant: “Isn’t it because I didn’t want to bother you?”

Matthew Olsen sensed something and changed the subject, “What were you dreaming about? You kept calling for your brother in the dream…”

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

Had she not mentioned it, she wouldn’t have felt anything, but upon mentioning it, she suddenly clearly remembered the conversation in her dream…