# Chapter 67: Misjudgment: When Trust and Suspicion Collide
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Keira stared at the text message on her phone, a dry, knowing smile curling her lips. Her memory had always been sharp—a gift and a curse. That day she'd called Rebecca's brother, he'd introduced himself as Frankie Allen. At the time, the name meant nothing. But now? The pieces clicked together with an almost audible snap. Mr. Allen, the man working with Horton Group, had a sister named Rebecca Allen. What a coincidence. Or perhaps, what a tangled web.
She typed her reply with calm fingers: "Alright, on my way now."
Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Rebecca's hospital room was thick enough to cut with a scalpel. Frankie Allen clutched his phone, seeing Keira's response, and turned to look at his sister. Rebecca lay motionless on the bed, her small face pale as the hospital sheets, her body curled into a protective shell. Mr. and Mrs. Allen paced like anxious tigers in a cage. "Rebecca, darling, how can you get better if you refuse treatment? Please, just cooperate, won't you?"
But Rebecca's stubbornness was a fortress. "Not unless you let me see Miss Olsen! I won't undergo any treatment!"
Frankie's frown deepened into a canyon. He knew his sister's flaws all too well. Spoiled since childhood, headstrong as a wild mare. That very stubbornness had led her to elope with that worthless ex-husband. A pure-hearted soul like Rebecca needed good people around her—but if the wrong ones crept in, like that monster she'd married, the consequences were catastrophic. So Frankie had made it his mission to guard her friendships with an iron fist. And Miss Olsen? In his eyes, she was nothing but a schemer with a pretty face.
Mr. Allen, ever the doting father, turned to Frankie. "Did you call Miss Olsen?"
Frankie's jaw tightened. He'd been forced—forced!—by his sister's theatrics to send that message. "Yes, I called her."
"Will she come?" Mr. Allen pressed, hope flickering in his eyes.
Rebecca too looked at her brother with desperate anticipation.
Frankie took a breath that tasted like defeat. "With an opportunity to grant favors like this? How could she possibly not come? She says she'll arrive soon."
Rebecca's eyes sparkled like stars breaking through clouds. Mr. Allen sighed with relief, then turned to scold his daughter, hoping to smooth his son's ruffled feathers. "Rebecca, you've gone too far this time! Your brother is never wrong about people. We all want what's best for you!"
Mrs. Allen chimed in, her voice laced with weary frustration. "Rebecca, you're being unreasonable. Our family's relationship with the Horton family is complicated enough. If it weren't for this project, I'd never want to associate with them again. They humiliated your aunt in the past. And Lewis Horton—your aunt's own son—we're helping the main branch repay a favor. It's absurd! Don't blame your brother for being harsh. Miss Olsen is invited to accompany you, but these are favors he has to repay."
But Rebecca's loyalty was a blazing fire. "Miss Olsen isn't that kind of person! She just introduced her fiancé to my brother—that's all there was to it!"
Her parents and brother couldn't understand. They hadn't been saved on the brink of death like she had. Miss Olsen was her savior, her lifeline in a sea of betrayal. Rebecca had suffered her husband's treachery, gone through confusion, shock, fear. Her parents were there, but they were elders—there was always a gap in understanding. And Rebecca had her pride. She didn't want to show them her weakness, to remind them of her disastrous choices. She needed someone she could confide in, pour out her pain to. And that someone was Miss Olsen.
Frankie scowled, his patience fraying. "In business, people don't say what they mean. I've dealt with enough people to see her intentions clear as day. That scheming look on her face was downright tacky."
Rebecca's voice rose, trembling with emotion. "You must have misunderstood! Miss Olsen isn't that kind of person! Brother, I don't want to hear you badmouth my savior anymore!"
Mr. Allen stepped in, trying to be the peacemaker. "Alright, your brother was just warning you. He did invite her, didn't he?"
Mrs. Allen fell silent. Their daughter's health was the priority now.
Frankie had been forced by his parents to send that message, and the anger inside him was a boiling pot. He turned and strode out of the room.
"Where are you going?" Mrs. Allen called after him.
"Work," he bit out through clenched teeth.
He walked straight out the door. If he stayed any longer, his recalcitrant sister might just enrage him to death. Besides, he had just prevented Lewis Horton from visiting the room. He needed to go explain himself to Lewis personally. Lewis wasn't someone you could brush off. The collaboration with Horton Group was beneficial to both sides, and Frankie had merely proposed that Jake oversee this project. It wasn't an unreasonable request, and Lewis had agreed. Still, Frankie wouldn't dare push his luck—and Lewis wouldn't allow it. The two men might not be friends because of their families' history, but in business, they had a silent understanding.
With a gloomy face, Frankie marched to the elevator.
Ding.
The doors slid open, and a stunning woman stepped out.
Even in his foul mood, Frankie couldn't help but glance at her. And then he paused. There was something familiar about her face. On the night Miss Olsen had saved Rebecca, her hair had been disheveled, covering her features. Frankie hadn't gotten a good look. He only had a vague impression. And when Isla had claimed to be that savior, his mind had unconsciously merged that blurry image with Isla's face.
So now, seeing Keira, all he felt was a flicker of familiarity. Nothing more. He brushed past her, stepped into the elevator, and descended to the ground floor.
Keira glanced at him but said nothing. In her mind, he was just the man who'd sided with Jake inside Horton Group—and that made him thoroughly annoying.
She entered the ward.
Rebecca's face lit up like dawn breaking. After chatting briefly with Keira, her mood improved so dramatically that she agreed to undergo rehabilitation training. Mr. and Mrs. Allen watched from the side, whispering to each other.
"Miss Olsen's eyes are so clear. She doesn't look like a flatterer, does she?"
"I think so too. Maybe Frankie is wrong this time?"
"No way—our son has always been accurate. Unless she's just very good at hiding..."
Keira's phone rang. The voice on the other end identified itself as the police station. They explained that Rebecca's husband and mother-in-law were part of a murder case, and they needed to double-check Keira's statement. Could she come in for a more detailed account?
"No problem," Keira said calmly. "I'll be on my way."
Meanwhile, not long after leaving the hospital, Frankie received a call from the same police station. "Mr. Allen, we need you to handle some formalities for your sister's case. Do you have time to come down now?"
Frankie answered, his voice cold as steel. "I'm on my way."
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating:**
Wow. This chapter is a perfect storm of dramatic irony. We, the readers, know the truth—Keira is genuine, selfless, and has no ulterior motives. But Frankie, blinded by his own protective instincts and past disappointments, sees her as a schemer. It's heartbreaking to watch him misjudge her so completely. And the fact that a man so sharp in business can be so blind in personal matters is both frustrating and deeply human. Rebecca's fierce loyalty is touching, and the parents' wavering trust adds another layer of tension. The parallel scene at the elevator—where Frankie and Keira pass like ships in the night—is a masterstroke of storytelling. This chapter earns a solid **⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.6 / 5 Stars**.
**Next Chapter Prediction:**
Now that both Keira and Frankie are heading to the police station, fate is setting the stage for a collision. Will Frankie finally see Keira's true face? Or will more misunderstandings pile up? One thing is certain—when those two meet again, the sparks will fly. And the police investigation into Rebecca's husband's murder case is bound to unearth secrets that no one is ready for. Get ready for a showdown!
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