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…”

these words, the people around

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whispering among themselves.

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deeply, and he’s going to

really feel that’s not right. Mrs. Horton’s

bury her sooner rather than later. His

a rational man, but I ard that he hasn’t even been to the Horton Group ese past couple

these conversations, Keira lowered

gaze.

Howard, next+

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already schmoozing with cing

walked out

ing hall.

in the countryside, with the

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

turned into old Mrs. Horton’s

servants were over at the main house helping out.

the moment, Fiona was chatting with

nanny.

asked, “Has the master not

lady’s body was fished up, Mr.

emotional. Old Mrs. Horton is also sick with sorrow. Gosh!”

talked, they walked

the backyard and went straight up

the glass window, she saw

the

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I’m

smell of smoke, and

clenched his fists, his eyes

he iotically waited

m….

he

she couldn’t bear to divorce im, right?

never expected was to eventually receive

only o see Mrs. Olsen standing there, flanked by Uncle Olsen and

searching back and forth in the

water.

felt his

the salvage crew surfaced, he hoped for news yet feared it at the

hours

could survive at sea for that

been swept away

She could

Samuel shattered his

defenses.

have her infusion today… She was meant to have it yesterday, but because of the

Divorce…

Lewis staggered!

been stubborn on the first day and

the divorce h

smoothly, would

gotter

fallen into the

for her

Lewis thought about this,

brought to

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thought about this, his heart felt as if it had been pierced

from his chest.

past two days, he had grown accustomed to

chest, he lit another

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

refined and gentlemanly

ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it toward the

“Bang!”