My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Keira paused, her eyes brimming with tears. She looked at Old Mr. Sims, astonished, struggling to find words that could convey the reverence she felt.

Here was an old man who had dedicated his entire life to his country.

Keira understood that despite Vincent and Holly's public humiliation and the way they'd been labeled as spies, they would harbor no resentment toward the old man once they knew the truth. Holly would see her grandfather as someone who had never let her down.

Keira believed that Holly was that kind of person.

She clenched her fists and gazed at the old man with a mixture of admiration and sorrow.

Old Mr. Sims said, "Keira, is it? Holly often talks about you, saying you're her best friend. But you must promise me not to help her. I'm in trouble now, and if my son and granddaughter were to receive protection, it would raise suspicion in Country M. This would make it even harder for Barry Brandt to return home. We must avoid any complications."

Keira was taken aback. "Mr. Sims, is it really worth it?"

Old Mr. Sims smiled gently. "Barry Brandt has accomplished so much in his research and has overcome countless technical challenges. He has also mentored over a hundred brilliant scientists. If they return to our country one day, they will greatly benefit our physics industry... I'm just an old man nearing the end of my life. The only people I might have let down are Vincent and Holly. But they won't blame me. So yes, it's absolutely worth it."

Keira's eyes filled with tears, and she fought to keep her emotions in check.

looked at Old Mr. Sims, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know what I need to do

with relief. "Good, young friend.

the Senior Sister, please tell the others not to bring me such fine tea. A spy doesn't

"I've managed the Special Division for years. I know it's like a sieve, with many moles slipping

Keira nodded in understanding.

the South

the fewer people who knew about

Keira said,

then," Old Mr. Sims leaned back on the

TV—no distractions. He could only look at the sunlight outside. This eighty-year-old man, likely short on sleep, would spend his remaining years

lump formed in Keira's chest

at the door. "Hurry, storm in there! I just saw the old spy

our nation's interests. He

trouble, living