After sending the ssage, Keira looked toward Lewis.
He didn't seem to have dressed up deliberately today.
However, Keira still noticed that he had changed into a wrinkle-free shirt, and the coat also seed new…
He was tall and was very suitable for wearing a suit, and overall, his long legs were especially eye-catching.
He was very handso and exquisite.
Keira's attire was very casual. She wore an apricot sweater paired with light-colored jeans, looking rather youthful.
Together, the two were quite a pleasing sight.
Lewis had already prepared the gifts, and once Tom finished loading them into the car, he ca in and said, "Mr. Horton, Miss Olsen, the car is ready. We can depart now."
Both nodded and walked toward the parking lot.
Old Mrs. Horton waved and smiled as she sent them off. "Fiona, look at this perfect pair. My word, I wonder how cute my future great-grandchild will be!"
Keira had just walked out of the door and nearly tripped over herself when she heard this!
She and Lewis had just made a bit of progress, and the old lady was already imagining great-grandchildren?
She couldn't help but look toward Lewis with a mix of laughter and tears.
She saw his ears turn slightly red.
The two got into the Bentley, and the car drove away.
Keira had never thought about competing with Isla for anything, so she didn't pay much attention to the gifts and simply said, "Mrs. Olsen never judges soone based on their status, nor does she look down on anyone because of their background. So later, she might not speak to you with so much reverence…"
Lewis smiled. "Miss Olsen, you might have so misunderstanding about ."
Keira paused.
Lewis then said, "I have great respect for my elders, and my upbringing doesn't allow to act inappropriately."
Keira smiled. "Really? How co I rember soone who absolutely refused to believe we were married and always felt I was pestering him? It seed like he had the security chase away several tis."
"…"
Lewis was at a loss for words and explained, "I didn't know at the ti, I…"
"Just killing."
Keira cut him off, laughing again.
Tom beca more curious when the subject was brought up. "Miss Olsen, you can't bla my boss. The matter of your marriage was too incredible. Nowadays, everything's online, and the courthouse is very strict. How could a marriage occur without both parties present… But I do rember that you, Miss Olsen, had several identities back then, all for part-ti work?"
Keira nodded. "Yes, I moved out of the Olsen family when I was in junior high and didn't have living expenses, so I looked for part-ti jobs."
This shocked Tom. "You were still a minor back then, right?"
"Yes, so I could only do odd jobs, and so that required physical labor."
Keira seed to recall those tough tis, her gaze tinged with nostalgia. "Actually, looking back, I was quite happy those days."
Without the pressure of being seen as the illegitimate daughter, without Poppy's constant nagging, and without the overwhelming presence of Isla…
Though her life was lonely and poor, it was her most free ti.
Tom sighed. "You must have had a hard ti."
"Not really," Keira said lightly.
She didn't just casually gloss over her past struggles; she truly felt it was quite good.
Back then, she took on many jobs, and later when her businesses grew stronger, she started her own company. Afterward, she beca Dr. South, and Samuel took care of those small businesses.
By now, she owned a maintenance service factory, a private kitchen restaurant, a delivery company... Oh, and it seed there was also a construction crew.
She had also carried bricks at a construction site back then!
Keira thought of this and turned to look outside the car.
The weather was getting colder, and unexpectedly, drizzle began to fall outside.
A southern city like Oceanion had never snowed; the winter rain carried moisture and chill.
The car drove steadily on the road.
Suddenly, Keira caught sight of soone at a construction site ahead wearing a yellow safety helt, dressed in filthy overalls, and with a dirt-smudged face wet from the rain.
With gloved hands held above his head, he looked at the dismal weather helplessly, seemingly trying to dash from the construction site to the 24-hour convenience store across the street to take shelter from the rain.
Keira suddenly rembered her first job. She had been turned down by many places for being a minor and had no choice but to work in physical labor at a construction site.
It was also on a rainy day like this when she first started the job.
She had no umbrella, and even less the heart to take a taxi.
She could only sprint ho through the rainy night, completely drenched.
At that ti, if soone had offered her an umbrella...
Just as this thought crossed her mind, Keira suddenly spoke up. "Could you pull over for a mont?"
The driver, sowhat baffled, still followed her request and stopped the car at the roadside.
Keira picked up the blue umbrella she took when she left the house, got out of the car, ran over to the construction site, and thrust it into the worker's hands.
The worker was taken aback for a mont, his dirt-streaked and unrecognizable face broke into a look of joy. He spoke with an odd accent. "Thank you, thanks a lot!"
Keira waved her hand and hurried back to the car.
"Let's go."
The car slowly resud its journey, and Keira's lips curled into a smile. The umbrella she had just given away felt like it was to the young and helpless her from years ago.
She didn't see that after their car turned a corner, a luxury car suddenly stopped at the roadside.
Then two bodyguards in black erged from the vehicle, holding a large black umbrella, and approached the dirty worker. "Sorry, boss, we were held up in traffic and arrived late. How was your inspection of the construction site?"
The man glanced at the small blue umbrella in his hand and smiled. "In the language of Crera, it was quite fruitful!"
Having said that, he got into the car, not minding the filth he was bringing to the backseat, and placed the umbrella down carefully. He then said, "Go check for where that Bentley ahead went."
"Yes."
...
Keira had no idea that she had just shown sympathy for a real estate tycoon, and at this mont, they were quickly approaching Olsen's house, which was just around the corner.
The Olsen family.
Mrs. Olsen kept track of the ti. She and Taylor led Isla and Jake in tow and ca to the living room entrance, ready to greet Keira and her new husband upon their arrival.
Taylor couldn't help but say, "Shirley, you're being too polite. They're the younger generation, and they're not from a proper family. Do we really need so many of us here to welco them?"
Yet, Mrs. Olsen frowned. "We cannot judge a person by their status."
As they spoke, a car pulled up at the Olsen's house.
Mrs. Olsen's face lit up with joy, and she stepped forward, looking directly into the car. "Keira, you've arrived, and your husband is...?"
But then, everyone was stunned.
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