How I Accidentally Married a Billionaire
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Chapter 238: Chapter 238 Chapter 238: Chapter 238 Samuel Morgan’s tone was very bad, “If you can’t give me a definite answer today, this matter isn’t over! Don’t think that Horton Group can just bully people at will!”

Tom Davis said helplessly, “That was something from when we were kids. The boss never told me the details, and I guessed it from Miss Davis’s everyday talk.”

Samuel Morgan kept cursing, “A childhood matter is even more ridiculous, right? Can it be confirmed that Miss Davis is indeed his lifesaver? Don’t make another mistake in person!”

Tom Davis sighed, “It can be confirmed. Although Miss Davis said her token was sold by her mother, we have conducted a lie detector test on Miss Davis, and it can be confirmed that she wasn’t lying.”

“Is that Miss Davis really mentally ill?”

“Yes, many experts have been consulted both domestically and internationally. She has severe claustrophobia and autism. The boss is her only redemption and her only hope to live…”

Tom Davis looked at them, trying to explain clearly on behalf of Lewis Horton, “Miss Olsen, I know you must be blaming the boss right now, but the boss never thought of marrying Miss Davis; it was her unrequited love! Over the years, the boss has been helping her treatment, but all doctors said her condition is too serious…”

Tom Davis sighed, “All these years I have been watching her, thinking if Miss Davis could make a mistake. If she made a mistake, I could represent the boss to abandon her. But there wasn’t one; in all these years, the only excessive thing she did was at that birthday party, where she falsely claimed she was Mrs. Horton, but she later gave a reasonable explanation, saying that because everyone by default thought she was, she was afraid denying it would cause trouble for the boss. Then she stayed quietly in the psychiatric hospital…”

Samuel Morgan felt disgusted upon hearing this, “So innocent? What to do then? It can’t be that every time she attempts suicide, Lewis Horton has to be there, can it? Then what meaning does my elder brother’s marriage have?”

Tom Davis gave a bitter smile, “I think that is also why the boss decisively chose Miss Olsen before and gave up on Miss Davis. But after all, she is a lifesaver; can you really watch her die?”

Samuel Morgan fell silent for a moment.

As a man, he always understood how important a sense of responsibility is.

If Lewis Horton could be so ruthless to Madeleine Davis today, could he one day be just as ruthless to Kiera Olsen?

Both were silent for a moment.

Kiera Olsen, with her eyes cast down, spoke up directly, “The public opinion started somewhat inexplicably. You two go find out what’s going on.”

Tom Davis replied directly, “It’s been figured out. The first branch of the family is behind it.”

“Then suppress it firmly; don’t let this matter ferment further.”

Tom Davis nodded immediately, “I will.”

Samuel Morgan scoffed, “The heat is pressed down, but now there’s a live broadcast going on in the hospital!”

After hanging up the phone, Kiera Olsen opened the live broadcast from Samuel Morgan.

The live broadcast room was obviously started by a reporter. Even though he was stopped by Horton Family’s bodyguards at a distance, the situation inside the ward could still be vaguely seen.

Madeleine Davis kept holding Lewis Horton’s hand, not letting him leave.

Not until her body could finally withstand a large dose of sedatives did she finally calm down.

Lewis Horton was thus freed.

Unable to approach Lewis Horton for an interview, the reporter had to stand in front of the camera and speak, “The lifesaver’s only redemption in this life is him, yet Mr. Horton cruelly abandoned her. What’s the difference between that and pushing someone to their death? How can Mr. Horton be so heartless?”

“This is Gossip Daily, and we will continue to follow this story until the end.”

Kiera Olsen closed the live broadcast room.

All she could see in front of her eyes and in her mind was the silhouette of Lewis Horton standing by Madeleine Davis’s bed.

That silhouette, once as reliable as a mountain, now seemed like it was about to be crushed.

Kiera Olsen suddenly felt a bit of pity for him.

The night grew deeper.

Madeleine Davis’s physical condition stabilized, and there was no longer a risk to her life.

Lewis Horton finally returned to the Horton Family.

He didn’t get out of the car but sat inside it, lighting a cigarette.

In his mind flickered the doctor’s words, “Miss Davis’s will to live is very weak. If you really don’t come to accompany her afterwards, there’s no need to save her again, because she will surely attempt suicide a second time… Even if we could watch her all the time, what can we do if she is determined to die and refuses to eat or drink? Moreover, she has a hundred ways to kill herself, and all it would take for us is a moment of negligence… Mr. Horton, I’m sorry, but I can’t guarantee the patient’s safety.”

Lewis Horton took a deep drag of his cigarette.

Only then did he get out of the car.

The old Mrs. Horton’s courtyard was very quiet.

Lewis Horton quietly entered his bedroom, but just as he walked in, he saw a familiar figure sitting on the sofa in the dim room.

Lewis Horton paused for a moment, just about to say something when he heard:

“Let’s divorce.”

Keira Olsen’s voice was very faint.

…

Meanwhile, a courier who had been driving for six hours finally arrived at number 76 in Glow Village.

The further he drove, the more alarmed he became.

Because this no. 76 was not some small villager’s home, this grand tile-roofed house stretched along an entire street!

It was clearly the ancestral home of some wealthy family.

The courier tremblingly drove up to the front door and then knocked.

Someone came to open the door.

The courier asked, “Is there a person named Stubborn Fifth here?”

The servant immediately frowned, “Stubborn Fifth? Never heard of him! Get going, get going!”

It was the boss’s mail, and he had promised to deliver it, so the courier didn’t leave. Instead, he shouted inside, “Stubborn Fifth! Stubborn Fifth! There’s a package for you here!”

Mr. Horton, who had just entered the courtyard, heard the argument at the gate. He paused, walked over, and asked with a frown:

“Whose package is it?”

The servant spoke up, “This courier says it’s a package for Stubborn Fifth, but there’s no one by that name in our house. I told him it’s a mistake, but he won’t leave!”

No sooner had the servant finished speaking than Mr. Horton’s eyes widened in disbelief: “Who?”

“Stubborn Fifth!”

Mr. Horton immediately became excited, stepping forward to the courier, “Yes, yes, yes! There is such a person in the house!”

That brat, Lewis Horton, ever since he was brought back home after being kidnapped, would run to the gate every day to wait for mail.

When he left to go abroad, he repeatedly admonished me that if someone sent a letter to him, I must remember to tell him.

Even after going abroad, he would call every now and then to ask if anyone had sent him a letter…

It’s just been these past five years that he hadn’t called.

He immediately took the mail from the courier, looking at the driver, “Make another trip and deliver this mail to Lewis Horton!”

Remembering Lewis Horton’s instructions, he couldn’t help but add, “You must personally hand it to him!”

The courier next to him, remembering his promise to his boss to get the letter into the hands of the recipient, immediately added, “I’ll go with you!”