Wake Up

Mrs. Olsen was still asleep, showing no signs of waking up.

At the door of the hospital room stood two black-clad bodyguards, blocking Isla and Jake from entering.

Inside, Taylor's eyes glinted as he saw her and Lewis come in, but he said little. He merely held Mrs. Olsen's hand and turned his head to gaze at Keira, sitting there in a daze.

In the mere three hours since Mrs. Olsen's incident, Taylor had aged a decade.

His eyes were filled with the weight of the world.

Even his hair seemed to have whitened a bit. He was visibly worn and exhausted.

His deep affection prompted a bitter smile from Keira.

Keira knew all along that Taylor wasn't her biological father.

And Mrs. Olsen was an upright person, so how could she possibly betray or have an affair?

What was she thinking at the moment she saw the photo and heard Mr. Allen call the woman in it Lady South, to ignore that and look for Mrs. Olsen?

She felt ridiculous.