My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ - Chapter 751

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Keira was desperate to save the two people for three reasons: first, she was sure that Lewis’s modified car was much safer than a regular vehicle; second, it was a matter of two lives; and third, she wanted to keep an eye on the car that belonged to Ryan and Ellie to find out if the accident was truly an accident or something more sinister.

Honestly, even now, she still had her doubts about the South family.

Having grown up in this environment, her understanding had evolved, and she had made a name for herself in the scientific field. She’d rather believe in the existence of aliens than put stock in any superstitious nonsense.

Talk of ghosts and spirits was just that—nonsense.

But today’s accident seemed to validate Erin’s words, hinting that the South family’s predictions held some truth…

But was it really due to a prophecy, or was the South family orchestrating things to create the illusion of prophecy?

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Back in Oceanion, the first time Keira met her sister, Keera, the South family members had drugged her and tossed her into the ocean, leading to her sister’s tragic death.

When she and Lewis had looked into it later, they found that all the surveillance footage had been wiped clean, erasing any trace of what had happened.

That was enough to show just how powerful the South family was.

So, was the South family an organization capable of making all predictions come true to intimidate everyone in the world?

Keira had some scrapes on her arm, but she seemed completely oblivious to them.

When Ellie saw her rushing over, she stopped in her tracks.

“How is it?” Keira asked.

“We’re fine,” Ellie replied.

“…I meant the car.”

“Uh…”

Ellie looked down, her eyes downcast. “The front just got hit; the brakes should be fine.”

“That’s good to hear.”

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Keira kept it short and ran straight to the car.

As she rushed over, Ellie crawled out from the vehicle and immediately grabbed Keira’s hand, excitedly saying, “You’re our savior! You’re like a second parent to me and my brother! Thank you for saving us!”

But Keira brushed past her, wanting to check the car herself.

Suddenly, Lewis grabbed her wrist, and she turned in surprise. “I’ll take a look,” he said.

“Fine.”

Keira stepped aside and finally noticed a sharp pain in her arm.

Looking down, she saw her shirt torn, revealing blood. She shook it off as if that would make the pain go away.

Ellie and Ryan watched in silence, both baffled.

Did this girl not understand what fear or pain was?

They had just escaped a near-death experience, and their adrenaline had kept them from feeling anything. But now that the rush was fading, the pain was creeping in.

Ellie winced, wishing she had some painkillers. The impact had bruised her in several places, and tears were on the verge of spilling.

Ryan, too, was clearly in pain. He moved stiffly, his expression as stoic as ever, which was typical for him; he never showed what he felt.

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But how could a young woman be acting like that?

Ellie pulled out her phone and called for an ambulance. Then she rummaged through the trunk to grab a first-aid kit, disinfecting her and Ryan’s wounds first.

Ryan noticed the antiseptic and subtly gestured to Keira.

Ellie quickly approached Keira with the supplies. “Ms. Olsen, do you want to treat your wound?”

“It’s just a scratch; I’ll be fine.”

Keira’s calm response left Ellie momentarily speechless. Just as she was about to say something else, Keira had already pulled out her phone from her back pocket.

She opened the camera and began taking pictures of their sports car.

Her demeanor was so composed that Ellie felt like she was interrupting.

Ellie sighed, took a sponge, dampened it with antiseptic, and intended to treat Keira’s wound herself. But just as she got closer, Keira suddenly crouched down, slipping under the car to check the brake system.

Ellie was left standing there, unsure of what to do with the cotton swab in her hand.

Time passed, and finally, Keira and Lewis emerged from their respective spots—one from the car and the other from underneath it.

Lewis’s hands were covered in black paint, and Keira was just as dirty.

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Ellie felt like she finally had a chance to speak to them. “Ms. Olsen…”

“How did it go?” “What’s the update?”

Keira and Lewis spoke at the same time, cutting Ellie off.

After they both spoke, Keira looked at Lewis, asking, “What caused the brake system failure in the car?”

Lewis glanced at her, smirking. “Weren’t you just checking the brake pads? I’m sure you already have an idea.”

“Exactly.”

Keira and Lewis exchanged a knowing glance, and both said the same thing.