My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！

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Amy immediately pointed to the TV and said, "Daddy!" Everyone turned to look at the screen, but the broadcast had already shifted. There was no trace of Monbatten anymore. Amy scanned the TV anxiously, flipping channels with the remote. After a few moments, she plopped onto the floor in disappointment. Keira walked over and scooped her up. "Missing Daddy?" "Daddy!" Amy replied with a firm nod. At just three years old, Amy had been through so much. Howard and his mother had mistreated her horribly, leaving her timid and withdrawn. Only recently, after living in a loving home with Keira and Lewis, had she started to blossom.

Even so, she often struggled to express herself. Now, clutching the remote tightly, she jabbed a finger toward the TV in frustration. "Daddy!" The screen switched to a news anchor, and Keira couldn't help but chuckle.

"Do you think he's handsome? Is that why you're calling him Daddy?" "No!" Amy protested, her little face scrunched in frustration.

"Not him! Daddy is in the TV!" Keira brushed a hand over Amy's hair. "Alright, sweetie. Next time you see him, point him out to me, okay?" Amy sighed, defeated. "Okay."

Then she turned to Keira, her voice quiet but sure. "Mommy, you told me Daddy is in the TV." Keira froze. Erin approached, raising an eyebrow. "Was it something your sister told her? Could she be fangirling over some actor? You know, like those women who call celebrities their husbands and get their kids to join in?" Jenkins rolled his eyes. "Not everything's a reality show, Erin." Erin crossed her arms. "Then what do you think it is?" Jenkins paused, considering. "Maybe her husband was so cruel that your sister made up a better story—said her dad was someone else." Keira nodded thoughtfully. "That does make sense." The three of them lingered in silence around Amy until she let out a soft yawn. Keira carried her into the bedroom and tucked her into bed. "Alright."

As Amy's eyes drooped, Keira hummed a soft lullaby. Watching the little girl relax, Keira couldn't help but feel her heart ache. Amy reminded her so much of herself at that age. At three, Keira's life had been even harsher.

 Her father had no affection for her, and Poppy despised her. Locked in the basement, Keira would stare out of a small window, dreaming of the outside world. Hunger had driven her to search through dumpsters. She'd once found a box of expired crackers, and it felt like striking gold. She hid them in her room, savoring each piece as if it were a treasure. Back then, her only dream was to grow up and never go hungry again. For years, even after earning a stable income, Keira compulsively stockpiled food—bags of rice, boxes of pasta—anything to feel secure. Her fondest memory from those dark days was of her mother, Jodie South, playing with Isla.

Unlike Poppy, Jodie had been a source of light, a woman full of warmth and wisdom. Jodie painted, wrote poetry, and even once signed up for flight lessons on a whim.

Isla had asked her why she dabbled in so many things, and Jodie simply replied, "Because I want to." Isla asked if Jodie was disappointed in her grades.

Jodie said, "No. I didn't have good grades when I was young."

Jodie's words and actions shaped Keira. Whenever Poppy lashed out, Keira would imagine Jodie's calm demeanor.

Over time, Keira stopped crying when she was hit.

Crying didn't solve problems; Jodie had taught her that. To the three-year-old Keira, Jodie was the only warmth in her life. She was the only person that would offer Keira candy and smile at her.

And then there was Jodie's smile. "You're beautiful when you smile," she had once said to Keira. So, Keira learned to smile, even in the worst moments.

That smile unnerved Poppy, which gave Keira a small sense of power. When did the beating stop?

The turning point came when Keira turned seven. Jodie had gifted her a sketchbook and warned Poppy to stop the abuse—or she'd report her to the authorities. Keira looked down at Amy, her heart aching.

With Amy's mother gone, it was her responsibility to make sure this little girl never walked the same path she had. She gently stroked Amy's hair before quietly slipping out of the room. Outside, Lewis was waiting by the door. "Why are you still here?" Keira asked. "Waiting for you." His voice was soft. "Is she asleep?" "Yeah," Keira replied with a sigh. "But even in her dreams, she's calling for her dad. I think it's time we figure out who her father really is." Keira continued, "We've done our best to give her love, but she needs something more—a father's love."