808 Chapter 807

Amy immediately pointed to the TV and said, "Daddy!" Everyone turned to look at the screen, but the broadcast had already shifted. There was no trace of Monbatten anymore. Amy scanned the TV anxiously, flipping channels with the remote. After a few moments, she plopped onto the floor in disappointment. Keira walked over and scooped her up. "Missing Daddy?" "Daddy!" Amy replied with a firm nod. At just three years old, Amy had been through so much. Howard and his mother had mistreated her horribly, leaving her timid and withdrawn. Only recently, after living in a loving home with Keira and Lewis, had she started to blossom.

Even so, she often struggled to express herself. Now, clutching the remote tightly, she jabbed a finger toward the TV in frustration. "Daddy!" The screen switched to a news anchor, and Keira couldn't help but chuckle.

"Do you think he's handsome? Is that why you're calling him Daddy?" "No!" Amy protested, her little face scrunched in frustration.

"Not him! Daddy is in the TV!" Keira brushed a hand over Amy's hair. "Alright, sweetie. Next time you see him, point him out to me, okay?" Amy sighed, defeated. "Okay."

fangirling over some actor? You know, like those women who call celebrities their husbands and get their kids to join in?" Jenkins rolled his eyes. "Not everything's a reality show, Erin." Erin crossed

a soft lullaby. Watching the little girl relax, Keira couldn't help but feel her heart ache. Amy reminded her so much of herself at that age. At

Hunger had driven her to search through dumpsters. She'd once found a box of expired crackers, and it felt like striking gold. She hid them in her room, savoring each piece as if it were a treasure. Back then, her only dream was to grow up and never go hungry again. For years, even after earning a stable income, Keira compulsively stockpiled food—bags of

Jodie had been a source of light, a woman full of warmth and wisdom. Jodie painted, wrote poetry, and even once

so many things, and Jodie simply

I didn't have good grades when I was

words and actions shaped Keira. Whenever Poppy lashed out, Keira would

Keira stopped crying when she was

taught her that. To the three-year-old Keira, Jodie was the only warmth in her life. She was the only person that would offer Keira candy and smile at

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