My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 702

The people who had previously badmouthed Keira all averted their eyes the moment they saw her.

Old Mr. Sims patted her on the shoulder. “Young lady, thank you for standing up for me last time.”

Keira lowered her gaze. “No need to thank me; it was the right thing to do.”

Brian and the others chimed in immediately. “Yes, Senior Sister, we owe you big time! Without your help, we would have made a terrible mistake!”

If their punishment had been carried out, there was no telling if the old man would have survived it. “Keera” had saved his life!

The thought crossed Brian's mind, and his eyes filled with gratitude as he prepared to say more, but Keira cut him off. “The ones who deserve the most respect here are Mr. Sims and Professor Brandt. I just did something small. Let's not get things twisted.”

She stepped back, trying to shift the attention onto them. But before she could make her move, Brian spoke up again.

“Senior Sister, there's no need to be so modest. I have nothing but respect for you!”

He gave her a respectful salute, one that was familiar in their circles. “From now on, everyone in the Special Division will follow your lead!”

Keira waved her hands. “That's really not necessary…”

But old Mr. Sims chuckled. “When the Sect Leader couldn't find an apprentice, I worried that James would end up taking over Freeman Sect. I had my doubts, but who would have thought he'd bring back such a talented disciple? Young lady, there's no need to feel anxious. The Special Division has always been closely tied to the Freeman Sect, so it's only natural for Brian and the others to follow your lead.”

Keira paused for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. “Alright then.”

Professor Brandt turned to Lewis. “Mr. Horton, we couldn't have made it back home safely without you.”

Lewis nodded. “It was nothing.”

He was always distant and quiet around others, so Barry picked up on his personality and didn't push further. He smiled and turned back to old Mr. Sims. “Sims, how about we grab a drink tonight?”

“Sounds good!”

Old Mr. Sims, now in his eighties, leaned on his cane as he carefully walked over to Barry. “Seeing you back home has put my heart at ease. Barry, make sure you keep contributing to the country's research. My sacrifice won't have been in vain.”

Barry's eyes grew misty. “I will.”

He smiled. “You always talked about how great the roasted duck is in Clance. I haven't had it in twenty years. Shall we get some tonight?”

“Of course! I've even got some fine wine saved up just for you.”