My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 878: Chapter 877

Editor: Henyee Translations

Keira and Lewis followed Scarlet back to her home.

Scarlet’s house wasn’t just a house—it was a full-blown estate, complete with staff bustling around like clockwork.

Keira and Scarlet shared one car, while Lewis was sent off to ride with the security team. The assistant sat up front in the passenger seat, glancing occasionally at the rearview mirror where the two girls were chatting like old friends.

Keira was usually quiet, but Scarlet had clearly decided she’d found a kindred spirit. She chattered nonstop, her words tumbling out in a rush.

Gone was the bratty, bossy girl they’d met earlier. Now she was all smiles and affection, calling Keira "Dear Norma" every other sentence like they were childhood besties.

Keira listened with half an ear, her gaze drifting out the window at the passing scenery.

The last time she’d come to the South family’s place, she’d been locked up in her foster mother’s house and hadn’t gotten a good look at anything. Now, as they drove through the area, she finally took it all in—and realized just how different this city was.

Everything here felt... advanced. Not just modern, but refined. Polished. Mechanized in the way only the best-designed cities could be.

The cars on the road moved in smooth, coordinated lines. The buildings looked brand new, their glass facades gleaming. And everyone on the sidewalks seemed genuinely happy, their faces lit with easy smiles.

didn’t even see beggars on the street. Everyone had a job—or if they didn’t, they had government support that made sure they

Apart from the South family sitting high up on

No one looked down on anyone else just

It felt... surreal.

what Scarlet had told her, and so far, everything Keira saw backed it up. Even the waitstaff and customers at roadside diners treated each other with mutual courtesy

seemed too good to

were headed. The car rolled to a stop in the estate’s underground garage, and a

it with Miss Lena

rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Always running to tattle. Can’t they come

the car, motioning for Keira and Lewis to follow her

whispered, "Okay, just a heads-up. My dad can be...

who could forgive her mother—Jodie South—probably wasn’t all

Then she saw him.

in a black tailcoat. Mid-forties, maybe early fifties. His hair was perfectly slicked back, his posture impeccable. There was a sternness to him, etched deep in the frown lines

looked like someone used to

did resemble Jodie South, at least a little. She, on

man gave her a cursory glance, then