Chapter 269
Chapter 271: Chapter 271 Chapter 271: Chapter 271 Before she could finish speaking, a helicopter’s engine suddenly roared to life from the villa rooftop nearby.
Through the window, Keira Olsen watched in horror as a helicopter abruptly ascended.
Her vision was sharp, enabling her to see Jodie South and Aunt South bound hand and foot inside the helicopter.
It seemed Jodie South noticed her, pressing her face against the glass, her mouth opening and closing as if she were saying something…
Uncle Olsen had already dashed over, but he could only helplessly watch from below as the helicopter swiftly departed.
Uncle Olsen didn’t give up there; he immediately got into his car and chased after the helicopter.
Keira Olsen’s body was weak now, not as hearty as before, so she did not chase after them; instead, she turned to look at Taylor Olsen.
On his face, she saw deep concern.
Not until the helicopter vanished into the horizon did Taylor Olsen seem unable to bear it any longer, coughing up black blood!
Keira Olsen asked again, “Taylor Olsen, who exactly are they? How can I save my mom p>
Taylor Olsen was extremely frail.
If not for the breath he was holding, he would have been dead.
He opened and closed his mouth, tightly grasping Keira Olsen’s hand and bitterly said, “It’s you, Keera, it’s because you recognized Keira Olsen, that they came looking for me to cooperate, to kill Keira Olsen! And it’s you, you had to acknowledge your mom, leading them to kidnap Shirley! Puh p>
He spat blood profusely, emotional and bearing a look of hatred in his eyes towards Keira Olsen:
“Since you were taken by them, why did you have to come back! Why bring them back here p>
“Shirley and Keira Olsen were living so well; why did you have to disrupt their peaceful life? Shirley had finally escaped those years ago and now has been caught again p>
Suddenly seeming to lose all his strength, his body collapsed to the ground: “I was wrong, I was wrong! I thought killing you and Keira Olsen would make them give up on Shirley, I was terribly mistaken p>
Blood flowed from his mouth, slurring his words, but Keira Olsen still caught his words:
“Keera, you’re so weak and useless, why is it you who survived? What good are you? If it were Kiera, she might have had the power to rescue Shirley p>
Keira Olsen couldn’t hate him, she knelt on one knee and approached him, her voice cold and stern: “I am Keira Olsen p>
That sentence seemed to focus Taylor Olsen’s fading gaze.
He could probably no longer see clearly and struggled to look in Keira Olsen’s direction, stunned: “You’re Keira p>
Keira Olsen drew closer to him, whispering into his ear: “Yes, the one who died was Keera, tell me, who are they… how can I save my mom p>
Taylor Olsen seemed to see hope; his hand searched and clasped hers: “Keira, it really is you… it’s really you… Shirley might be saved p>
Tears mixed with blood trailed from his eyes as he tried to convey what he knew: “They are from the South Family, I don’t know where they are, I only know Shirley has been fleeing from them, when she and I came to Oceanion, it was to evade them… Keera was just born, taken by their people, and then Shirley had you p>
“Keira, I’m sorry, I switched you and Isla Olsen; it was jealousy, not wanting Shirley to raise someone else’s child, but also to protect Shirley! You and Keera looked too much alike; I was afraid you’d be recognized p>
“For these years, they seemed not to know Shirley and you were in Oceanion, it was Keera who came looking for you, leading them here p>
“Keira, now that they know of you and Shirley, once you show up, you will surely bring disaster upon yourself! Only the useless, worthless Keera is allowed to live p>
“Keera knew them; they… seemed connected to Keera… you… keep pretending to be Keera… they will come looking for you… follow the trail… and rescue Shirley p>
Taylor Olsen’s speech slowed and his consciousness seemed to fray, dropping his hand to the ground as he spoke.
His eyes widened, staring at the ceiling.
There was no light left in his pupils.
His life had reached its endpoint.
At the very end, he murmured to himself: “Shirley… did you ever… love me… even a little bit p>
It seemed the girl who once enthralled his youth appeared before him…
She walked toward him with a smile but then turned and left.
He reached out to grasp her tightly.
But in the end, he caught nothing.
Taylor Olsen died.
It was ruled a suicide; after Keira Olsen called the police, she no longer involved herself.
She went out to find Uncle Olsen.
But the response she received was that the helicopter had vanished over the vast sea, and although Uncle Olsen had gotten a yacht to chase it, it was too late.
Eventually, nobody knew where the helicopter had flown.
Uncle Olsen returned to the capital overnight, preparing to mobilize all his resources to investigate Jodie South’s whereabouts.
But Keira Olsen knew it was futile.
Just like last time, when Taylor Olsen, collaborating with “them,” had kidnapped her and Keera, and there had been no leads until now.
They were South Family.
Mrs. Olsen and Keera’s last name was South.
Jodie South hadn’t returned to her parental home for over twenty years; Keera’s foster parents had long passed away. Keira Olsen couldn’t understand what exactly had happened, all she felt was a dense fog obscuring her vision.
A dying man’s words are kind; Taylor Olsen’s words were not false.
“Keira Olsen” was in danger, but “Keera” was allowed to live…
Thus, for now, she could only be “Keera,” slowly dispelling the fog before her eyes, drawing out the true masterminds.
Night had deepened, but Keira Olsen’s gaze was resolute.
Jodie South was the person she cherished most in life; she would definitely rescue her mother p>
Just as she returned to the hotel lobby, her phone vibrated. Glancing at it, it was a WhatsApp message from Howard: [Where are you? It’s so late, what are you still out for p>
Keira Olsen’s expression cooled as she replied: [Downstairs, coming up soon p>
It was getting late; perhaps Little Amy was already sleeping soundly?
What she didn’t know was that upstairs, in her room, there was no Little Amy, just two men.
One was Howard, and the other, wrapped in a noble yet aloof aura, heartrendingly decadent, was Lewis Horton.
But at this moment, Lewis Horton’s eyes were shining, “Where is Keira exactly p>
Howard smiled ingratiatingly: “Downstairs, she’ll be here soon, Mr. Horton, you won’t be disappointed p>
As he spoke, the door buzzed open–Keira Olsen walked in p>