791 Chapter 790

Keira glanced down at the DNA results, her face showing a flicker of surprise. She looked back at Sean Church, the confusion in her eyes growing.

Sean still had that sad, almost helpless look, and it suddenly put her on high alert. Glancing around the room, she signaled to Erin.

“Take Amy with you,” she said calmly.

Erin looked indignant. She hadn’t even managed to enjoy the drama before getting asked to leave again. Just as she was about to protest, Keira added, “I trust only you to keep her safe.”

Erin’s face lit up with a grin. “Oh, that’s different,” she replied, happily picking up Amy. “Come on, Amy, come and have some fun with Auntie Erin.”

As they headed upstairs, Erin coaxed, “I have candy for you!”

Amy shook her head sweetly. “Amy doesn’t eat candy. Candy makes your teeth fall out.”

“Oh, you’re still young! Even if your teeth fall out, you’ll get new ones. What’s life worth if you don’t enjoy it a little?” Erin said, her voice fading as she disappeared down the hall.

Turning back, Keira gestured for Uncle Olsen to clear the room. He waved, and everyone—staff and family members alike—filed out until they were alone. Uncle Olsen paused, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Do I need to go too?”

Keira shook her head. “No, you can stay.”

Suddenly, she was in front of Sean like a ghost, her movements swift and silent. “Hey!” Sean’s bodyguard cried, but Lewis had him restrained before he could react. Keira gripped Sean’s arm, taking note of his frail build and lack of muscle.

She felt his pulse. Weak. Hardly any strength. This man didn’t seem to have a fighter’s training, either.

“You’re not Amy’s father,” she said, eyes narrowing. “Who are you, really?”

Sean let out a soft chuckle, his face lighting up in a way that momentarily made the dim room seem almost bright. Twilight had settled, casting a dark hue, yet his mischievous smile brought a strange glimmer to the room.

His expression only made Keira more guarded. Tightening her hold on his arm, she demanded again, “Speak. Who are you?”

Sean smiled, unfazed by her grip. “A moment ago, you were saying you wouldn’t forgive me. And now, you don’t even recognize me?”

“Are you testing me?” Keira asked, her voice sharp.

“Sure am,” Sean replied, chuckling. “Just checking if you’re really Keera.”

Keira’s jaw clenched. “Why?”

“Because I’ve been looking for you.”

His gaze met hers, surprisingly earnest. “Keira, back in Oceanion, they said you’d died. And yet here I find Lewis Horton, who was supposedly heartbroken over you, clinging to Clance with no intention of ever leaving. So I came to see for myself just who could be holding him here. And here you are, alive. You’re alive!” Sean’s voice cracked, and he suddenly grasped her arm with his other hand. “Do you know what this means to me, Keira? If you’d died, do you have any idea what that would’ve done to me?”

Keira studied him, taken aback. There was no sign of pretense

But…

“Who are you, really?” she asked, a trace of anger slipping into her voice. “I don’t know you at all.”

Sean’s expression fell slightly, the playful glint in his eyes gone. “You don’t remember me?”

Keira was dumbfounded.

Lewis, still holding Sean’s guard at bay, frowned, his own wariness growing. Moments ago, Sean had been here for Keera. But now… he was after Keira?

No way would he let this stand.