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.

she had paid them

school that Mrs. Olsen casually helped

around as a little attendant,

any repayment; when she helped Keira, it was just

she had

Keira.

of the time she spent educating Isla, she would speak a few more words to

the child exceptionally

remembered when Keira was in first grade, she came first in the entire grade and returned home with her report card,

it and was so jealous that she started

cry.

how to hide her feelings. Isla cried so sadly and asked her, “Mommy, am I not even as good as an illegitimate

had only urged

harder.

Poppy hitting Keira and forbade the girl to come first anymore, Mrs. Olsen saw it and even wanted to intervene, but

And then…

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

want Keira to continue staying there, caught between heartache and helplessness, their

ATTO

her unsure of how

face Keira.

And then what?

Keira left, Mrs. Olsen found herself with

added worry.

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

years, dreaming that Keira was calling

she had had

feared that Isla would be jealous and create a commotion, so

she asked Poppy, her response was always! “Why should

always been baffled as to why Poppy was

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

anything.”

cold-blooded

now she finally understood, how could there

be a mother in the world

to her was because Poppy wasn’t her mother!

She was!

Olsen thought of this, and

tears!

“Mrs. Olsen, what’s wrong? Is there

there something she wanted to say?

she’d ignored her pas suffering, to admit that her negligence led to Keira

words ultimately got stuck in

there was noise

PP

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

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