My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！

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.

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

Old Mr. Sims's face softened with relief. "Good, young friend. Thank you."

He glanced at the tea on the table and sighed. "As the Senior Sister, please tell the others not to bring me such fine tea. A spy doesn't deserve it."

He added with a sad smile, "I've managed the Special Division for years. I know it's like a sieve, with many moles slipping through. Our act must be convincing, so I trust you'll keep this matter private."

Keira nodded in understanding.

Setting aside the fact that Fox had placed two people in the Special Division, it was clear that the South family had made their own arrangements. Additionally, M country's real spies would certainly keep a close watch on this department.

Therefore, the fewer people who knew about this, the better.

Taking a deep breath, Keira said, "I'll visit when I have time."

"Alright then," Old Mr. Sims leaned back on the sofa, staring out the window.

His room had no cell phone, no 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 here...

A lump formed in Keira's chest as she stepped out.

Just as she was leaving, she heard a commotion at the door. "Hurry, storm in there! I just saw the old spy enjoying tea—how dare he! Seize it immediately!"

"What a scoundrel, betraying our nation's interests. He deserves to die!"

"Even at his age, he continues to cause trouble, living so long and committing such despicable acts!"

"…"

The people of the Special Division, whose moral character and patriotism were deeply ingrained, showed no mercy to anyone.

Not even an old man they once respected, once he was labeled a spy.

Keira stood there, stunned, watching as the group barged into old Mr. Sims's room, turning it into chaos. She felt helpless, wanting to say something, but then she saw old Mr. Sims shake his head slightly.

Keira suddenly felt an indescribable emotion filling her chest. She didn't know what to do, feeling immensely uncomfortable and on the verge of tears. The old man with graying hair stood there, watching silently as everything he loved was taken away. Even his sofa was confiscated, leaving only a bare, hard plank bed. But his eyes were full of compassion.

Keira clenched her jaw, forcing herself to turn away, no longer looking at the pitiful state of the old man. But she knew that the old man, who had seen much in life, was calm and still at this moment.

Keira hurriedly walked away as if a slower pace would prevent her from overcoming the mental barrier.

Just after she stepped outside, she saw Brian Dawson standing in front, full of anger. She was taken aback.

Brian scoffed. "No wonder he has been unwilling to give up his position; it turns out he wanted to occupy it in order to spy and line his own pockets!"