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Frankie texted back. âOkay.â
Mrs. Allen saw the group message and looked at Mr. Allen with a mixed feeling of laughter and tears. âYouâre unbelievable⦠Mrs. Olsen has raised her daughter for so many years. How could she mistake her for someone else? You must have remembered wrong, itâs been so many years!â
Mr. Allen chuckled. âI indeed canât recall Lady Southâs appearance that well. After all, I havenât seen her for more than twenty years. As for whether Miss Olsen looks like her or not, weâll know after seeing the photo, wonât we?â
Mrs. Allen wanted to say something more, but a photo was sent over.
Mr. Allen opened it right away, then seemed a bit disappointed. âThis photo is way too old. Itâs not only distorted but also blurred. I canât tell anything!â
Mrs. Allen also had a careful look, âItâs indeed distorted. I think youâre overthinking it!â
Mr. Allen sighed.
At this moment, Frankie sent a message in the chat group. âThere are photo restoration services available now. Dad, do you want me to take it there to have it restored?â
Mr. Allenâs eyes sparkled. âSure.â
Mrs. Allen saw his persistence and was somewhat helpless. âSure, but remember, photo restoration takes some time. Wait until the restored photo comes out, then you can observe it carefully.â
The couple shared a smile.
At night, Rebecca reluctantly said goodbye to Keira. âAre you sure you donât need me to have dinner with you? Itâs rather lonely eating alone.â
Keira gave a slight smile. âThatâs alright.â
Someone said to her when he was leaving that he would come back to keep her company.
After the Allen family left, this VIP ward finally became quiet again.
Keira checked the time and saw it was already six in the evening.
Footsteps were heard outside the door, and she looked up immediately. An expectation she didnât even notice was on her face.
âCreak.â
The door opened.
Tom walked in, and Keira looked past him, trying to find that tall figure, but there was no one else.
Keira was slightly stunned.
Tom cleared his throat, then said, âMiss Olsen, uh, Mr. Horton is busy tonight and canât come, so he asked me to bring dinner for you.â
Keiraâs eyes dimmed a little, and she nodded, âOkay, thank you.â
The next day, Keira prepared to be discharged from the hospital.
She didnât bring much when she was hospitalized, so discharge was a simple affair.
Looking out the window from the ward, she indeed saw a few stubborn journalists carrying their cameras, squatting outside.
Keira raised her eyebrows. She didnât make a big deal, nor wait for Lewis to come. She just informed the bodyguard sent by the Horton family and left quietly through the back door.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She took a taxi and returned to the rundown neighborhood where she had rented a place.
After getting out of the car with a mask on, she arrived at her front door.
Just as she was about to take out her key, someone suddenly sprung from the stairwell. âMiss Olsen, are you completely cured? Why didnât you turn yourself into the police station then?â
Keira took a closer look and found it was Josh again.
He was indeed persistent and clever.
Knowing that it was hard to see her in the guarded hospital, he ran to her flat insteadâ¦
Keira was displeased. âHow do you know my address?â
Josh pointed the camera at her and started talking, âMiss Olsen, the internet nowadays is very advanced. Some good-hearted people have already exposed your address online, so donât think you can evade the law!â
Keira let out a cold laugh. The so-called âgood-hearted peopleâ must be Isla!
Josh took another step forward. âLooking at your complexion, you seem to be fine. Please answer my question.â
Keira said indifferently, âThe case hasnât been solved yet, so please trust the policeâs judgment. I donât have any more comments for the rest.â
After she finished, she opened the door.
Josh immediately tried to stop her from entering.
Keira warned him. âJosh, trespassing is illegal. Even newsgathering by journalists must follow legal procedures! Are you sure you want to block the doorway and stop me from going in?â
Josh was stunned.
Keira turned elegantly and stepped into the doorâ¦
Yet the next second, she halted.
The room was a total mess, and all her belongings were stuffed into big boxes. The potbellied middle-aged landlord glared at her. âYou came just in time. Take your stuff and leave. Iâm not renting out this house anymore!â
Keira was startled. âWhy?â
âWhy?â The chubby landlord said impatiently, âMy home address has been exposed online. If I continue to rent this house to you, a murderer, how could I sell this house in the future? Iâm afraid itâll become a haunted house! Youâre moving out now!â
His face was shaking as he spoke, looking quite fierce and intimidating.
Keiraâs chin tightened, and she said coldly, âThe police havenât convicted me. How have I become a murderer?â
The chubby landlord sneered. âEveryone on the internet knows what happened. You just want to evade punishment!
âI see. So netizens now have the final say on who is breaking the law and who isnât? Then what are the police and law for?â
Keiraâs sharp words left the chubby landlord speechless.
Although he was at fault, he became furious. He picked up Keiraâs stuff from the floor and threw it out of the door. âThis is my house. I can decide not to rent it! Since youâre so insensitive and refuse to leave, donât blame me for being rude!â
Bang!
The cardboard box fell on the ground outside, and everything was scattered onto the ground.
The chubby landlord blocked the doorway with his sturdy body. âTake your stuff and get out! My house wonât be rented to people like you!â
Keiraâs eyes flashed with a fierce light!
She intended to make a move on the landlord, but suddenly, she caught sight of a photo of her and Mrs. Olsen among the things scattered on the groundâ¦
It was a photo taken on her thirteenth birthday when she and Mrs. Olsen were together. This photo had been with her for almost ten years!
Now, the frame was broken, and the shards of glass had punctured the photo.
Keira immediately turned around, intending to pick it upâ¦
But then footsteps echoed in the corridor as seven or eight journalists suddenly appeared. They crowded the small stairwell, forcing Keira into a corner.
âMiss Olsen, why did you apply for bail?â
âThereâs ample evidence. Itâs quite obvious that it was manslaughter. Why donât you admit your crime?â
âAre you planning to flee abroad?â
âThe deceased was your uncle. He died right in front of you. Donât you feel any guilt at all?â
âYou gave the son of the deceased money. Whatâs your motive? Guilt and compensation? Or buying forgiveness with money?â
Keira ignored their questions and tried to pick up the photo, but the journalists rushed forward like a swarm of bees, and one of them stomped heavily on the photo!!
A moment of intense fierceness flashed in Keiraâs eyes!
She slowly raised her head, her eyes ruthless, and coldly spat out, âOut of my way..â