My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 806

Uncle Olsen froze for a moment before he spoke, his tone both amused and

exasperated. “Amy, do you miss your dad? Fine, I'll get that rascal back to spend time with you!”

Recently, Amy had taken to calling Keira “Mommy” and had been gently persuaded into calling Lewis “Daddy.”

Uncle Olsen assumed Amy was calling for Lewis.

But the little girl shook her head vigorously and pointed at the TV. “Daddy! That's Daddy!”

Uncle Olsen blinked, puzzled. “What?”

Later that evening, when Keira and Lewis returned home, Uncle Olsen, with an unusually serious expression, pulled them into his study.

“Amy's been calling for her dad today,” he began, folding his arms. “It's a little strange. Do you think she's missing that piece of trash Howard?”

Uncle Olsen frowned deeply. “I mean, Howard's trash-I've got him working hard labor out in the middle of nowhere. He won't be seeing daylight again. But if Amy really misses him, what are we supposed to do?”

Keira's expression froze for a moment before she shook her head. “That's not possible. She's terrified of him. Besides…” She hesitated before continuing. “Howard isn't her father.”

Uncle Olsen stared at her, dumbfounded. “What did you say?”

Keira sighed. “The day Sean came over pretending to be her father, I took Amy's DNA and ran a test. Howard's not her dad.”

Uncle Olsen's brows furrowed deeply. “I looked into your sister. She always seemed so… straight-laced. I didn't think she'd pull something like that. But honestly, thank God he's not the father. I was thinking of letting him live, but now? Forget it!”

A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

Keira, remembering what Howard had done to her sister, didn't find this decision unreasonable.

Maybe Howard had known Amy wasn't his child all along. It would explain his cruelty toward her.

Uncle Olsen, still frowning, asked hesitantly, “So… do you know who Amy's real father is?”

Keira let out a bitter laugh. “I have no idea.”

Uncle Olsen groaned, shaking his head. “Your sister and your mom… both of them

were full of secrets. I still can't figure them out.”

Keira fell silent.

Her sister truly was an enigma walking treasure map. At first glance, she seemed plain and easily bullied, but every now and then, she'd reveal something completely unexpected.

Maybe she wasn't as helpless as everyone thought.

Keira mulled over the thought for a moment.

Keira couldn't help but laugh at his relentless positivity.

As they chatted, Erin walked in, looking unusually troubled. “Keira, I don't think I can help you with this one. I've been digging through my medical books, brainstorming every solution I could think of, but Monbatten's infertility… there's really nothing I can do. His only hope is to find *the* one woman who can bear his child.”

Keira sighed. “And it needs to be a son, right? They've got a royal lineage to maintain.” “No, actually,” Erin replied. “In their country, women can inherit the throne too. Monbatten's predecessor was his mother, so it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl. Either way, the child would be precious. It's just… who knows who that woman will be.”

Keira let out another sigh.

Jenkins, who had been quiet up until now, finally spoke up. “No child, no deal. That leaves us in a tough spot.”

Erin groaned dramatically. “If only babies could just fall from the sky. Or, better yet, if the government handed them out! The South family has always struggled with fertility. It's why I've been researching it for so long, but… it's hard. There's no easy solution.” While the adults were deep in discussion, little Amy quietly grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She flipped through a few channels before settling on the news. Keira glanced over and chuckled. “Amy's really picking up habits from Uncle Olsen, isn't she? Watching the news now?”

Everyone laughed.

On screen, the news replayed footage of Monbatten.

Amy's eyes lit up. She pointed at the TV excitedly. “Daddy!”

Everyone froze, turning to look at her.

Keira frowned, confused. “Who are you calling ‘Daddy”?”

Amy jabbed her tiny finger at the screen. “Daddy!”