Lewis Horton's look was urgent.
When this girl had gone to the hospital, he had been so immersed in pain and sorrow that he hadn't noticed her.
The key was, he couldn't understand why, if Kiera was still alive, she wouldn't come to recognize him…
But today, he had once again encountered her here.
Her concern for Mrs. Olsen was extraordinary. Even though she said Uncle Olsen had sent her, the tacit understanding they had just now made him highly suspect she was Kiera!
And then there was that familiar figure…
He didn't want to hear any excuses from her; he just wanted to see if that face was the same one that haunted his dreams!
Unfortunately, before his fingers could touch her, the perceptive Keira Olsen had already stepped back.
Keira Olsen's voice was subconsciously cold, "Mr. Horton, please, have some respect!"
That voice…
Lewis Horton's eyes suddenly reddened, "Kiera!"
Keira Olsen paused slightly.
He was suspecting her and had recognized her, hadn't he?
