Chapter 809
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Lewis nodded silently in agreement.
The two of them peeked into Amy's room, watching her peaceful sleep before softly closing the door behind them.
"I'll collect her DNA sample tomorrow and have someone start looking," Lewis said, breaking the quiet.
"I'll do the same on my end," Keira replied.
They exchanged a glance, both letting out a sigh.
How could they possibly find Amy's father in such a vast world?
That night, Keira struggled to fall asleep. Memories from her childhood kept playing in her mind. Back then, apart from her infatuation with Jodie South, her deepest desire had been to sit atop her dad's shoulders, to experience the love she saw when her father carried Isla.
She had craved a father's love so deeply then. Now, Amy must feel the same way, she thought.
Keira tossed and turned. She still couldn't sleep. Suddenly, an arm draped over her shoulder, its weight comforting yet firm."What's wrong?" Lewis's raspy voice broke the silence.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep," she whispered.
She slipped out of bed, put on her slippers, and left the room.
Lewis, exhausted from his dual roles as her bodyguard and the head of the Horton Group, merely glanced her way before sinking back into his pillow.
Downstairs, Keira made her way to the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water and took a sip.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps. Turning her head, she saw Uncle Olsen emerge from the shadows, dressed in black silk pajamas.
His presence exuded an effortless authority, like a king of the night.
"Couldn't sleep?" he asked softly, his tone surprisingly gentle.
Keira nodded.
"I kept thinking about how much Amy wants to find her dad. I want to help her."
Uncle Olsen's gaze softened. "Did you ever think about me when you were little?"
Keira blinked, caught off guard.
"Did you wonder what kind of man your father was?" he pressed.
She hesitated before replying, "I always thought Taylor Olsen was my dad."
"Ah, right," he muttered, scratching his head awkwardly. "I forgot about him."
"Wait, you knew him?" Keira asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Yes," he replied with a scowl. "Back in college, your mother, Taylor, and I were classmates. He was like a shadow, always lurking, always watching your mom.
"I warned her to stay away from him, but she didn't listen. Said he wasn't a bad person. Ha! Not a bad person? He imprisoned her, Keira. He did horrible things to her."
As Uncle Olsen ranted, Keira couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Sounds like you were jealous," she teased.
He snorted. "I just couldn't understand your mom. Maybe it was the South family she was worried about. But she wouldn't tell me anything. Instead, she ran off with Charles Olsen to Oceanion. Maybe I wasn't good enough to make her feel safe."
"That's not it," Keira said softly. "Looking back, I realized something. Mom didn't love Taylor, which was why she didn't care when he brought another woman into the house. She tolerated it because he didn't matter to her."
Uncle Olsen nodded thoughtfully. "I believe that too. Your mom had too good of an eye for people to fall for someone like him."
"Honestly," Keira added, "finding out that Taylor wasn't my dad was a relief. For the first time, I felt like I wasn't unwanted. He didn't want me, sure, but you—you always wanted to see me. I felt so smug ignoring your constant attempts to meet me."
Uncle Olsen gave her a mock glare. "You little brat."
Keira chuckled. "It was the first time I felt truly valued. You wanted to see me three times a day, without fail."
Her laughter faded as her thoughts drifted to Jake Horton.
Back in college, she had almost said yes to his persistent pursuit. He had been the one person who never gave up on her, and she'd mistaken his attention for love.
What if he'd proposed back then? She wouldn't have known if she was marrying for love or simply for the safety he represented.
Uncle Olsen's voice pulled her back to the present. "Keira, childhood needs a lifetime to heal, but a father's love can heal a broken childhood."
Keira froze, her breath catching.
"No matter what you decide to do," Uncle Olsen continued, "I'll support you unconditionally. You like feeling valued? Fine. Starting tomorrow, I'll beg to see you every day. No exceptions. Whatever it takes, I'll make sure you feel loved."
Keira's eyes stung with tears. After a long pause, she finally whispered, "Dad."