My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

In the car, Taylor saw that Mrs. Olsen’s face was set and her eyes were fiercely staring at him. He smiled and said, “Shirley, I know you’re sad and angry, but we must show up for Keira’s final journey. Please stop frowning, okay?”

He reached out, smoothed her furrowed brows and directed her gaze elsewhere.

He quietly sighed when he noticed her hands were clenched tightly into fists.

He knew that Mrs. Olsen was still resisting him, still

angry…

It was fine as long as it wasn’t evident on the surface.

Soon, the Olsen family car arrived at the Horton residence and parked in the parking lot. Taylor then

assisted Mrs. Olsen out of the car and into a

wheelchair, placing her in it afterward.

Taylor wheeled Mrs. Olsen toward the direction of the

memorial hall.

Along the way, those who saw them greeted and

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offered Mrs. Olsen words of condolence.

Taylor would silently sigh. “Shirley is heartbroken, without any strength…”

The others immediately said, “Mrs. Olsen, Mrs. Horton surely wouldn’t have wanted to see you hurting yourself like this. Please try to come to peace with it…”

No one suspected Taylor of doing anything to her.

Because the whole of Oceanion knew that Taylor was a model husband and thoroughly devoted.

He had maintained this persona for twenty-two years and four months, never arousing anyone’s suspicion!

Mrs. Olsen observed the people around her; showing just a hint of anger would lead them to comfort her…

Taylor wheeled her swiftly to the memorial hall.

Her gaze initially fell upon the place where the memorial was being held, and she saw Horton family servants attaching Keira’s black-and-white portrait.

Someone explained, “Mr. Horton had been refusing to accept Mrs. Horton’s death, so he wouldn’t agree to the display of the portrait. Today, with the burial scheduled, he finally relented. Sigh! Mr. Horton is also

a man of deep feelings…”

Taylor crouched beside Mrs. Olsen. Noticing her gaze fixed on the portrait, he smiled and said, “Shirley, are you thinking that Sam is about to give himself away at the sight of this photo?”

Mrs. Olsen’s eyes turned to him.

Taylor then said indifferently, “He won’t come today because you sent him a message yesterday, telling him you would show up and asking him not to.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Olsen was stunned.

Her phone had been closely monitored; how could she have possibly sent a message?

So, this was another act of Taylor’s!

He had killed Keira yet here he was, preventing Sam from coming here… All of this filled her with rage, anger, and a longing to tear his flesh, to drink his blood!!

Just then, a commotion arose at the entrance.

Mrs. Olsen looked up to see Lewis, who hadn’t been seen here in the last three days, standing outside the door.

Lewis no longer had his previous spirited demeanor; he looked disheveled and emaciated.

Since returning last night, he had locked himself in the study. novelbin

He stared at the report of the deceased and DNA test results on the desk, which clearly confirmed the identity of the corpse to be Keira.

He gazed at it long and hard until the break of dawn, when he finally realized that Keira might truly have disappeared from this world.

His heart felt dead…

He even thought of following her in death!

But he couldn’t do that-there was still his

grandmother!

He saw his grandmother’s white hair, her thin figure, and the deep concern and sorrow in her eyes.

In her life, his grandmother had seen her husband’s passing, raised a son who betrayed her, and took care of Lewis. Now, she couldn’t properly grieve for her granddaughter-in-law’s death because she had to worry about him!

Lewis understood that his current state would only cause pain to his loved ones and joy to his foes!

So, he showed up today.

For the first time, he looked toward Keira’s memorial

hall.

He saw her black-and-white portrait, her smile blooming like flowers…

Flashes of their first encounter crossed his mind.

At the Olsen residence, the young woman ran up to him, cocked an eyebrow, and teasingly called out,

“Husband?”

At the company, dressed in a delivery uniform, the girl stood arrogantly and said, “Mr. Horton, I hope Horton Group doesn’t discriminate against couriers.”

At the restaurant, she donned a chef’s attire and

cheerfully looked at him. “Mr. Horton, got time to pop by the courthouse?”

“Mr. Horton…

“Mr. Horton…”

And when she occasionally got angry, she’d call out his

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full name “Lewis Horton!”

His ears still echoed with her crisp voice, yet that girl

was now lying in that cold, frigid casket, her features unrecognizable!

Lewis stared blankly ahead.

The people around approached to exchange pleasantries, but he remained silent throughout.

At this moment, Keira and Howard also entered.

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Keira was still wearing a mask and a cap. As soon as the two entered, Howard spotted Lewis and immediately grabbed Keira, pointing at him. “Look, isn’t that the man who harassed you last night?”

Keira subtly avoided his pull.

Her gaze searched the room for Mrs. Olsen and soon, she spotted her. Her face lit up with joy, and she walked briskly toward her.

Howard was about to speak, but when he turned his head, he saw that she had disappeared. Frowning, he

was about to look for her when he overheard someone

beside him pointing at Lewis and saying, “Mr. Horton has really gone mad… He doesn’t say a word…”

Howard was slightly stunned.

He looked at Lewis in astonishment.

The man from last night was Lewis Horton?!

Lewis, the tycoon of Oceanion, the patriarch of the first family?!

Was it he who pestered his wife last night?

While Howard was in shock, he suddenly heard someone nearby speak.

“Mrs. Horton’s photo is finally put up today. It was always so mysterious, and she rarely showed her face publicly. No wonder Mr. Horton can’t stop thinking

about her…”

As a man, upon hearing such words, Howard curiously turned his attention to the black-and-white photo hanging in the center of the memorial hall.

One look, and he was completely dumbfounded.

He exclaimed, “Isn’t that Keera?”

Wasn’t that his wife?!

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when both he and Lewis were distracted and walked over to Taylor and Mrs. Olsen’s side. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Mrs. Olsen’s gaze locked onto her almost immediately!

Keira!

She couldn’t be mistaken about who that was!

That was her daughter, Keira!

Her eyes were filled with fervent emotion, but just before Keira could get close, Taylor stopped her, sneering. “Miss, has Uncle Olsen sent you again today?”

Keira pursed her lips. “Yes, Uncle Olsen asked me to come and bid Mrs. Olsen farewell, and to express our

best wishes.”

Taylor prevented her from getting closer, lest she reveal some flaw. “I appreciate Uncle Olsen’s concern for my wife.”

Taylor wanted to say more, but someone approached and said, “Mr. Olsen, my condolences.”

Taylor’s attention was diverted.

Keira took the chance to crouch down, looking at Mrs.

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Olsen and lowering her voice. “Mom, how are you?”

Mom…

Mrs. Olsen’s eyes reddened, and tears rolled down!

But she couldn’t speak; she could only look at Keira excitedly.

She struggled to move her lips, trying to stick out her tongue to make a sound, but she had no strength at all!

Keira was taken aback. “What’s wrong?”

Taylor’s voice came over, “Shirley is overwhelmed with grief, and she’s had a stroke… She needs good care, sigh.”

A stroke?

Keira was extremely surprised, tears welling up in her

eyes.

It was all her fault for not recognizing her mother in time, causing her to suffer so much…

Keira looked at Mrs. Olsen. “You must get better…”

Mrs. Olsen didn’t speak but only looked at her.

Keira knew she was overwhelmed with emotion, so

she took her hand. Just as she was about to say

something, she suddenly felt a slip of paper in the palm of Mrs. Olsen’s hand!

Keira was instantly stunned!!

She had left this piece of paper yesterday as a

precaution, to give her mother a chance to ask for help from the outside world, never expecting that Mrs. Olsen would actually use it!!

Keira’s gaze suddenly became sharp.

She silently stored the piece of paper in her palm, then stood up as if nothing had happened, swiftly moving

away without attracting the notice of the vigilant Taylor.

She quickly reached the corner, looked around, and saw no one nearby.

Only then did she open the paper in her hand, and saw the words on it. “Taylor is the murderer! Help me!”

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