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…”

words, the

I’m Not Dead

whispering among themselves.

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really loved his wife deeply, and he’s going to such lengths for

feel that’s not right. Mrs.

a state that it would be better to bury her sooner rather than later. His sentimentality

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

these conversations, Keira

gaze.

Howard, next+

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with cing her.

and walked out of

ing hall.

like a country woman ned in the countryside, with the iodine ully washed off.

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usual style, all in the gentle styles of Keera,

quickly turned into old Mrs. Horton’s

at the main house helping out.

was

nanny.

“Has

nodded, “Yeah, ever since the lady’s body was

deeply emotional. Old Mrs.

they walked

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

glass window, she saw

on the

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of smoke, and the oor littered with

clenched his fists, his eyes

he iotically waited at the courthouse

m….

late, yet he somehow

she couldn’t bear to divorce im, right?

was to eventually receive ews

o see Mrs. Olsen standing there, flanked

searching back and forth in

water.

he felt his legs

he hoped for news yet feared it at the same

ten hours since the shipwreck… No

sea

swept away by the current

shore… She

a sentence from Samuel shattered

defenses.

infusion today… She was

Divorce…

Lewis staggered!

on the first day

the divorce h

would Keira

gotter

into the

chance for

about this, the salvage crew

brought

I’m Not Dead

felt as if it had

from his chest.

days, he had grown accustomed to

his chest, he lit another

knock came from outside the door. “Sir, Madam’s body is being taken to the funeral home. Aren’t you coming out to see

gentlemanly man

grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it toward the

“Bang!”