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 people around

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whispering among themselves.

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Horton really loved his wife deeply, and he’s going to

not right. Mrs.

such a state that it would be better to bury her sooner rather than

but I ard that he hasn’t even been to the Horton Group ese past couple of days.

conversations,

gaze.

Howard, next+

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schmoozing with cing her.

and walked

ing hall.

country woman ned in the countryside,

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weren’t her usual style, all in the gentle styles of Keera,

turned into old Mrs. Horton’s

servants were over at

the moment, Fiona was chatting with

nanny.

“Has the master

ever since the lady’s body was fished up, Mr. Horton has been beside

deeply emotional. Old Mrs. Horton is also sick with sorrow.

talked, they walked

the backyard and went

window, she saw the

on the couch.

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of smoke, and the oor littered with cigarette butts.

fists, his eyes

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

m….

yet he somehow felt relief.

she couldn’t bear to divorce im, right?

expected was to eventually receive ews of her death!

couldn’t believe it and rushed to the seaside, only o see Mrs. Olsen

salvage crew kept searching back

water.

he felt his

hoped for news

been over ten hours since the

sea for that

been swept away by

She

a sentence from Samuel shattered his last

defenses.

pacing anxiously beside him, muttered to himself, “It’s over. My boss is supposed to have her infusion today… She was meant to have it yesterday, but because of the divorce scheduled for that

Divorce…

Lewis staggered!

on the first day

the divorce h

smoothly, would Keira have

gotter

the sea,

for

this,

unrecognizable, was brought

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heart felt as if it had been pierced by thousands of arrows, pain

from his chest.

two days, he had grown accustomed to the pain.

chest, he lit

taken to the funeral

refined and gentlemanly man

He grabbed the ashtray from the coffee

“Bang!”