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

I’m Not

whispering among themselves.

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wife deeply, and he’s going to

that’s not right. Mrs. Horton’s

better to bury her sooner rather than later. His sentimentality is getting in

ard that he hasn’t even been to the Horton Group ese past couple

to these conversations, Keira

gaze.

Howard, next+

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schmoozing with cing

and walked

ing hall.

ned in the countryside, with the iodine ully washed

Lewis, I’m

style, all in the gentle styles of Keera, barely

quickly turned into old Mrs. Horton’s courtyard.

over at

was

nanny.

dolorous expression, asked, “Has the master not

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

her tears. “He’s deeply emotional. Old Mrs. Horton is also sick with sorrow.

they

the backyard and went straight up to the second floor, jumping onto

she saw

on the couch.

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Lewis. I’m Not

smoke,

fists,

of two days before, how he

m….

was late, yet he somehow felt

couldn’t bear to divorce

to eventually receive ews of her death!

only o see Mrs. Olsen standing there, flanked by

back

water.

instant, he felt his legs go

time the salvage crew surfaced, he hoped for news yet feared

over ten hours since the shipwreck…

sea for that long!

been swept away

She could

a sentence from Samuel shattered his

defenses.

was meant to have it yesterday,

Divorce…

Lewis staggered!

on the

the divorce h

would

gotter

fallen into the sea, there could

a chance for her to

about this,

was brought to

I’m

it had been pierced by thousands of

from his chest.

these past two days, he had grown

his chest, he

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

refined and gentlemanly man suddenly

eyes reddened. He grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it

“Bang!”