My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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?

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..."

downcast. "The front just got

"That's good to hear."

it short and ran straight to

vehicle and immediately grabbed Keira's hand, excitedly saying, "You're our savior! You're like a second parent

her, wanting to

her wrist, and she turned in

"Fine."

finally noticed a

She shook it off as

watched in

this girl not understand what fear or

a near-death experience, and their adrenaline had kept them from

painkillers. The impact had bruised her

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

a young

for an ambulance. Then she rummaged through the trunk to grab

noticed the antiseptic and

the supplies. "Ms. Olsen, do you want to

just a scratch;