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 heed…

Isla started elementary school that Mrs.

daily to follow Isla around as a

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

always felt that she

Keira.

she would speak a

the child exceptionally

entire grade and returned home with her report card, not daring to

was so jealous that

cry.

sadly and asked her, “Mommy, am I not even as good as

had only urged

harder.

forbade the girl to come first anymore, Mrs. Olsen saw it and even wanted to intervene, but remembering Isla’s tearful face, like that of a crying kitten, she ultimatel

And then…

to move out for middle school, Mrs. Olsen was actually in favor of it.

want Keira to continue staying there,

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opposition leaving her unsure

face Keira.

And then what?

Olsen found herself

added worry.

why the girl’s departure stirred her emotions so much; all she thought about was the

those years, dreaming that

she had had no news from Keira.

her but feared that Isla would be jealous and create

was always! “Why should

always been baffled as to why Poppy

kidnapped by human traffickers when she was four years old; at that time, Poppy said, “It’s

anything.”

cold-blooded and selfish!

she finally understood, how could there

a mother in the world who really hated her

Poppy was unkind to her was

She was!

Olsen thought of this, and her eyes

tears!

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

something she wanted to say?

much to say, to apologize, to acknowledge that she’d ignored

the words ultimately got stuck in her

then, there was noise at

PP

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

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