178 Keira, Don’t Go

Mrs. Olsen’s pupils contracted. ”

She stared at Keira from behind, saying, “…Keira!”

Keira, who was walking away, halted in her tracks, turned around, and looked at Mrs. Olsen with

confusion.

Mrs. Olsen’s mouth trembled as she looked at her.

Her mind was filled with memories of the young Keira hiding in a corner, secretly watching her.

She had seen her every time…

But because of Isla, and because of Keira’s special identity, she had never approached the little girl.

She had witnessed Poppy beating Keira countless times, and each time she stopped herself from intervening, only stepping in to help when Keira’s life. was in danger and she couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

She had always held an inexplicable fondness for Keira, thinking it was because Taylor was good to Isla, so she wanted to be good to Taylors daughter…

But she had always suppressed this fondness, afraid of making Isla jealous or sad.

But as it turned out, Keira was her daughter!

At this moment, all the scenes of Poppy abusing Keira flashed through her mind like a passing glance…

She thought of how the newborn Keira nearly starved to death in the room, and it was she who found her in time and fed her a few mouthfuls of milk…

The tiny infant had grasped her finger, her softness instantly melting Mrs. Olsen’s heart.

From then on, she couldn’t harbor any resentment

toward the child.

Poppy had hung her head low, playing the obedient part, claiming she couldn’t produce enough milk and the baby was allergic to formula.

Mrs. Olsen had believed it to be true and even bought

goat milk formula.

Later on, Keira had always been skinny and weak, rummaging through the trash for food. When Taylor told her to ignore this illegitimate daughter, she couldn’t stand it and gave Keira the leftover cake that

was bought for Isla.

She began leaving snacks regularly on the stone table in the park behind their house.

Keira grew up on those snacks!

When Isla was three years old, as she took her to the international bilingual kindergarten, she could always feel a pair of longing eyes from the half-window of the basement watching them.

paid them no

school that Mrs.

Isla around as a little attendant, saying it was repay

Olsen had never thought about any repayment; when she helped Keira, it was just because she

that she

Keira.

she would speak a few

child exceptionally

she came first in the entire grade and returned

had seen it and was so jealous that she started to

cry.

didn’t know how to hide her feelings. Isla cried so sadly and asked her, “Mommy,

the time, Mrs. Olsen had only urged her to work

harder.

and even wanted to intervene, but remembering Isla’s tearful face, like that of a crying

And then…

move out for middle school,

want Keira to continue staying there,

ATTO

her unsure

face Keira.

And then what?

Mrs. Olsen

added worry.

much; all she thought about was the day Keira might come back

those years, dreaming that Keira was calling her “Mommy”…

had had no

but feared that Isla would be jealous and create a commotion, so she had been restraining herself…

she asked Poppy, her response was always! “Why should you care about that

to why Poppy was so unkind to

four years old; at that time, Poppy said, “It’s just a girl; if she’s gone, she’s

anything.”

cold-blooded and selfish!

now she finally understood, how

mother in the world who really hated

reason Poppy was unkind to her was

She was!

thought of this, and her eyes

tears!

emotions, came over, and asked, “Mrs. Olsen, what’s wrong? Is

there something she wanted to say?

much to say, to apologize, to acknowledge that she’d ignored her pas suffering, to admit that her

ultimately got stuck

was noise

PP

her expression turned to disgust. “Little slut, who allowed you to come to the Olsen’s? Are you here to pester Jake again? Let me tell you, Miss Isla is the true Miss Olsen, and you’re an illegitimate daughter. You’re nothing! Don’t think just because you married into the Horton family you can

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