Mrs. Olsen asked with a bit of urgency.
She didn't know what result she wanted.
She was even less aware of what the future held. All she knew was that she urgently wanted to clarify whether Keira and Taylor were related!
After all, the amniocentesis Poppy had undergone should have been impossible to fake.
So how could Poppy's daughter not be Taylor's daughter?
Unless...
A thought flickered through her mind.
As Mrs. Olsen was pondering, she heard Aunt South's voice.
"Madam, what's the rush? The normal testing period is three days."
"Right."
Mrs. Olsen felt a little disappointed. The epiphany that had sparked in her mind was now gone because of the interruption.
Forget it. She would wait for the results.
...
Keira had no idea that such drama had unfolded at the Olsen family's doorstep.
At this mont, she had returned to the small villa in the Horton family compound, to her own bedroom. She had already ssaged Lewis to tell him she was back, and there was no need for him to co and pick her up.
But Lewis hadn't replied to her ssage.
At first, Keira didn't think much of it, but when it was midnight and there was still no ssage on her WhatsApp, she couldn't help but glance at her phone.
She was usually a calm person; she never fretted when soone didn't reply to her ssages.
But this ti...
Had Lewis run into so trouble?
She suddenly felt a little concerned, so she took out her phone and sent a WhatsApp ssage to Tom. "Is Mr. Horton still busy?"
Tom imdiately replied, "Yes, it's a bit troubleso."
Keira said, "If there's anything I can help with, just let know."
Tom said, "Well, this isn't really sothing you can interfere with."
Keira asked, "Why?"
Tom said, "I dare not say it. You should ask the boss when you have ti."
Keira frowned when she saw the last ssage.
What kind of matter couldn't be ntioned?
She slightly tilted her head.
Could it be that Lewis had a mistress on the side?
The thought seed ridiculous to her.
For so ti now, Lewis had been spending almost every evening with old Mrs. Horton, and she was there too. Even when she was slandered as a murderer and locked up, Lewis spent those nights...
Oh, wait, that wasn't right. The night she was hospitalized, Lewis didn't co back all night.
Was there any connection between these two days?
Keira shook her head and decided to stop thinking about it.
She just lay down and went to sleep.
The next day, Keira slept in until nine o'clock before getting up. Pushing open the door, she saw Fiona and old Mrs. Horton sitting on the couch.
She casually walked over and asked, "Has Mr. Horton gone to work?"
Fiona hesitated.
Keira asked, "What's the matter?"
Fiona cleared her throat and glanced at old Mrs. Horton before speaking. "Well, Mr. Horton didn't co back last night."
Keira frowned.
She took out her phone, only to find out that her WhatsApp ssage hadn't been replied to.
She tensed her jaw.
Old Mrs. Horton imdiately picked up her phone upon seeing this. "What's that brat up to? He didn't co ho last night. Doesn't he know this affects you two making a baby?"
Keira was speechless.
No sooner had old Mrs. Horton dialed out than a ringtone rang out outside the door.
Everyone looked up to see Lewis stride in.
He appeared to have gone without sleep all night, with a hint of weariness in his eyes and a touch of redness in his eyes.
He was now pulling out a mobile phone from his pocket, saw it was old Mrs. Horton calling, hung up, and then said, "Sorry, I'm back for a shower and a change of clothes."
After he hung up, he seed to notice the ssage from Keira on WhatsApp, so he looked at her, "Sorry, I didn't look at my phone last night."
Too busy to look at his phone all night...
What was he busy with?
Although Keira was sowhat curious, she nodded all the sa.
She was never one to make a fuss.
Lewis started walking to the bedroom, but then he suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked toward Keira.
She was wearing a casual blazer and slim-fit jeans today, looking more formal than usual—it was clear she was heading out.
He asked, "Are you... going out for sothing?"
"Yes, it's..." Keira saw his tired face and swallowed the part about Professor Miller's birthday. "There's a bit of a situation at the company. I need to go there for a bit."
She and Samuel had a company that was recently busy with the IPO, which Lewis knew about, so he nodded and left her with, "If you need help, just ask," before entering the bedroom.
Keira wasn't exactly lying.
After having breakfast, she did go to the company where there were docunts needing her signature and so work waiting for her attention.
She used to handle these once a week.
It had been busy recently, and things had piled up quite a bit, so she was busy until half past eleven before heading to Professor Miller's birthday celebration after finishing up.
...
Lewis took a quick shower and then lay on the sofa to catch up on a couple of hours of sleep.
He didn't set an alarm; his strong self-discipline ant he woke up precisely at eleven, changed into a new suit, readied himself, and headed out.
It was then he realized that Isla and Jake were also there, chatting with old Mrs. Horton.
Lewis originally didn't want to bother with them, but just as he was about to leave, he heard Isla's voice deliberately raised. "Grandma, later we're going to Professor Miller's birthday. Jake and I will attend his celebration. Keira is going too, oh, and her husband is also going."
Lewis imdiately stopped in his tracks.
Her husband was going too?
How co he didn't know?
His brows twisted in a frown. He halted, turned to pour a glass of water, and wasn't in a rush to leave anymore.
As expected, without him needing to say a word, old Mrs. Horton spoke up. "That brat is going too? Then why didn't you leave with my granddaughter-in-law!"
Isla said, "Great-grandma, you must be mistaken. Keira isn't your granddaughter-in-law. She's married with a husband. Yesterday Jake and I saw him at the Olsen house!"
Lewis, drinking water, was perplexed.
He suddenly frowned, his gaze turning sharp as he looked at her, a domineering pressure imdiately bearing down.
Isla could feel the fury too. Standing up to that intimidating look, she said, "Mr. Horton, it's true. Her husband is a construction worker. He works on the building site, and he'll be going to the class reunion as well."
A construction worker? Working on the building site?
Lewis felt like he could hardly breathe. Was this how these people looked down on Keira?
He suddenly realized that when he asked Keira where she was going today, she had hesitated before replying... It was obvious that she was worried she might disturb his rest.
He hadn't accompanied her to the Olsen house last night, and today's class reunion was sure to be another affair full of comparisons.
Lewis asked, "Where is the gathering?"
Isla promptly said, "It's arranged by Jake, at the Emperor Palace Hotel."
Lewis grabbed his suit jacket and turned to leave.
Getting into the car, the driver asked, "Sir, where to?"
"Emperor Palace Hotel."
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