My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Keira’s face still had iodine that hadn’t been

completely wiped off, giving her skin a dark, sallow

tone.

But seeing her facial features, the butler felt he couldn’t have possibly mistaken them!

While he was still shocked, Howard had already handed over a bundle of condolence money and said guiltily, “My wife, Keera, was a high school classmate of

Horton. Hearing of Mrs. Horton’s tragic passing, insisted on coming to pay her respects.”

After that, he dragged Keira toward the mourning hall.

The butler stood there dumbfounded. He then looked

down at the money handed over by Howard, which

bore the wo

school classmate Keera”.

sn’t Mrs. Horton but her high school

ne butler rubbed his eyes, wondering if he could have

taken.

urned around wanting to look closer, only to see

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that woman had already blended into the crowd and disappeared into the mourning hall.

The butler decided he definitely must have been

mistaken.

The mourning hall was set up in the middle of the main house, a spacious area that made it convenient for everyone to view the body and offer incense to the deceased.

No sooner had Keira entered with Howard than her gaze fell upon the coffin.

The coffin was placed at the front, with people blocking the way, not allowing anyone to approach.

A person nearby explained, “Mrs. Horton fell into the sea and

bloated from the soaking. Her face decayed beyond recognition, so they’re anyone see her face… they decided not to

Se

an open casket.”

Hearing this, Keira staggered.

Ploated?

clenched her fists.

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Her gaze swept over the crowd in the mourning hall.

She saw Oliver and Melissa from the first branch of the family greeting outsiders, their faces displaying sorrow, but their eyes betrayed a gleam of something else.

Next to them, Jake looked genuinely grieving, his eyes vacant, seemingly truly heartbroken for her.

Keira withdrew her gaze, attempting to find other

familiar faces.

She didn’t see Mrs. Olsen…

With Mrs. Olsen’s health condition, she must not have been able to withstand the pain of losing a daughter. Had she fainted again?

But where was Lewis?

Just as she thought of this, she heard Melissa explaining to the mourners. Alas, Lewis was so grief-stricken that he refused to acknowledge that the deceased was his wife. Now, he’s hiding in his room, refusing to come out and give his wife her final

send-off…”

the

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whispering among themselves.

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and he’s

not right. Mrs.

better to bury her sooner rather than later. His sentimentality is getting in the way…”

always thought Mr. Horton was a rational man, but I ard that he hasn’t even been

conversations, Keira lowered

gaze.

Howard, next+

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with cing

around and walked out

ing hall.

woman ned in the countryside,

I’m

style, all in the gentle styles of Keera, barely anyone recognized

old Mrs.

of the servants were over at the main house

Fiona was chatting with another

nanny.

dolorous expression, asked, “Has

the lady’s body was fished up, Mr. Horton has been beside himself…”

“He’s deeply emotional. Old Mrs.

they walked

moment. She then headed to the small building in the backyard and went straight up to the second floor, jumping onto the balcony of Lewis’s

she saw the man curled

on the

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I’m Not

the smell of smoke, and the oor

fists, his

was reminded yet again of two days before, how he iotically waited at the

m….

was late, yet he somehow

couldn’t bear to divorce im,

was to eventually receive ews of her

only o see Mrs. Olsen standing

searching back and

water.

felt his legs go weak!

for news yet feared

been over ten hours since the shipwreck…

could survive at sea for that long!

been swept away by the current

shore… She

sentence from Samuel shattered his

defenses.

“It’s over. My boss is supposed to have her infusion today… She was meant to

Divorce…

Lewis staggered!

been stubborn on the

the divorce h

smoothly, would

gotter

into the

chance for her to survive…

about this,

was brought to the surface…

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if it had been pierced by

from his chest.

these past two days, he had grown accustomed to the pain.

chest, he lit

being taken to the funeral home. Aren’t you coming out to see

refined and gentlemanly man suddenly looked up.

ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it toward the

“Bang!”