Keira's eyes shone faintly, her voice soft lest she startle the old lady. "Then,how did we get our marriage certificate?"
Old Mrs. Horton said with a smile. "I remember that day. You wore a red
sweater..."
A red sweater?
Keira paused slightly. Indeed, she had a red sweater, which she bought three years ago during New Year. She stayed alone in her rented room. She wanted to dress joyfully, so it wouldn't feel so lonely.
And sure enough, that was the sweater she was wearing in the marriage
certificate photo.
Old Mrs. Horton continued. "That brat was wearing a black suit, and off you
two went to get your certificate!"
Keira frowned.
The courthouse had said that getting married definitely required the presence of both parties. What old Mrs. Horton said meant Keira had indeed obtained a marriage certificate with Lewis two years ago.
Why didn't she or Lewis know about it?
It couldn't be something as melodramatic as both of them having amnesia,
could it?
Besides, she had a good memory. She clearly remembered everything she had done two years ago!
Keira continued. "How did we meet?"
Old Mrs. Horton looked at her earnestly. "Of course, it was because of me..."
"What did you do?"
Keira asked the question, but old Mrs. Horton yawned, and her gaze went from confused to clear. "Oh my, granddaughter-in-law, what are you doing up so early?"
Keira hadn't managed to get the crucial information, but it wasn't a total loss. At least she now knew their marriage had indeed been orchestrated by the old lady, but what exactly the old lady had done, Keira didn't know.
She might as well wait until the clinical medication was ready and cure the old lady's illness before discussing it further.
Keira sighed, "Grandma, it's time for breakfast."
After old Mrs. Horton had freshened up, both of them sat in the dining room.
The Horton family's housekeeper had prepared a very abundant breakfast.
Keira and old Mrs. Horton chatted while waiting for Lewis.
"That brat is so tall. I think he might be over six feet three."
Old Mrs. Horton gestured with her hand, "He's half a meter taller than me!"
Keira smiled. "Yes, he should be that tall."
She wasn't short herself and stood at one five feet six, but every time she stood beside Lewis, she still felt petite.
As the two were chatting, a freshly groomed Lewis came out.
Old Mrs. Horton simply asked, "Brat, how tall are you?"
The man looked puzzled, his gaze falling on Keira. "What's up?"
Keira raised her eyebrows. "Just give it to me."
Stunned, Lewis pressed his lips together, not speaking.
Old Mrs. Horton then said, "Brat, do as your wife says!"
Lewis lowered his gaze slightly and said to Keira, "Then why don't you stand
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RomanceKeira Olsen got married, but she didn't know that her husband-out-of-the-blue turned out to be the richest man! She's an illegitimate daughter who can't be recognized. She's been clawing and scrambling her way up, struggling to survive since childho...
