How I Accidentally Married a Billionaire
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Chapter 241: Chapter 241 Chapter 241: Chapter 241 As soon as the call connected, the other party immediately hung up.

Then a message arrived, “Don’t call. The child just fell asleep.”

Kiera: ??

Child?

She was a bit confused.

She had thought that the person who set up the scheme would be someone with dark intentions, definitely harboring some plot, but how did a child suddenly come into the picture?

And in her mind, she suddenly pictured a frantic woman…

She replied with a message, “Who are you?”

The other party responded quickly, “Kiera, I’m doing this for your own good, listen to me, don’t get divorced under any circumstances! Only Lewis Horton can protect you!”

Kiera frowned.

Protect?

She had been in Oceanion for so many years, indeed bullied by Poppy Hill, but it hadn’t reached a point where she needed protection, had it?

She looked down and continued to text, “I don’t need anyone’s protection.”

The reply came swiftly, “No, you do need it, you just don’t know it. Kiera, I won’t harm you, trust me! I have only good intentions towards you!”

Good intentions…

Kiera thought it over carefully. Marrying Lewis Horton had been approved by Old Mrs. Horton, so it hadn’t caused her any loss.

If anything, for a normal person, marrying someone like Lewis Horton of such a high-profile household would indeed be an enormous stroke of luck, wouldn’t it?

She asked again, “Tell me who you are.”

The other party, “I can’t say.”

Kiera began to press, “Then you tell me, how did you know I am actually Mrs. Olsen’s daughter? If you knew, why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

This person had Photoshopped a picture years ago, informed Old Mrs. Horton that Mrs. Olsen was her mother, and made Old Mrs. Horton remember these words.

But how did she know about things even she herself was unclear on?

The other party: “The later you know, the better for you.”

Kiera: ?

With a head full of question marks, she felt incredibly perplexed.

She directly replied with a message, “If you can’t give me a reasonable explanation, I will divorce tomorrow.”

The other party, “What exactly will it take for you to believe me?”

Kiera: “…” Why did it feel as if, despite arranging a marriage with Lewis Horton without her consent, the other party still sounded so innocent and vulnerable?! She even felt like she was the bad person!

Kiera continued to message, “How did you manage to get the marriage certificate for me?”

On the marriage certificate’s date, she was in the lab, it was impossible for her to have gone to get the certificate, not to mention the many things she later said to Old Mrs. Horton…

So the person who got the certificate was definitely not her!

But there were photos…

Yet with makeup technology being so advanced, was the other party mixing false with the true?

Kiera was somewhat at a loss.

The other party again sent her a message, “This, I can’t explain clearly in a text. But I’m begging you, you must trust me, I won’t harm you!”

That same eerie feeling again.

The use of “I’m begging you” clearly revealed a sense of desperation.

Kiera took the opportunity to press her, “I forgot to bring the marriage certificate today, but tomorrow I have arranged to meet Lewis Horton at the courthouse to get a divorce.”

The other party, “How can I make you believe me? Someone like me could never harm anyone… Kiera, please don’t get divorced, don’t get divorced!”

Kiera stared at her phone, “If you don’t clarify, I won’t believe you.”

The other party didn’t reply to the message promptly this time; she seemed to be pondering something. A good five minutes passed before it appeared she had made up her mind, “I’ll come to see you tomorrow morning. When you see me, you’ll know what’s going on!”

Keira Olsen furrowed her brows.

Tomorrow morning…

Given her urgent tone but without coming over right away, choosing tomorrow morning instead, it meant… Could she not be in Oceanion?

After pondering for a moment, Keira replied, “What time? I have a meeting at noon.”

She had also arranged to meet Handsome Uncle, to bid him farewell!

The other party immediately answered, “I’ll get there by eleven, and I’ll contact you then. Don’t go through with the divorce in the morning no matter what! You must wait for me!”

Keira responded, “Alright.”

Setting down her phone, she found herself unable to sleep.

Standing on the balcony, gazing into the distance, she felt as though something was drawing ever closer… Perhaps tomorrow she would come to understand the real story behind that marriage certificate, but what could that secret be?

As she mused, a noise came from behind her.

Turning around, she saw Jodie South rising from the bed, taking a shawl with her, and draping it over Keira’s shoulders.

A wave of warmth enveloped her, softening her heart a little.

Keira’s expression turned tender, “Mom, why aren’t you asleep?”

“It’s probably because it’s my first time sleeping with my daughter; I’m a bit excited,” Jodie South replied, looking at her, “Keira, do you really have the heart to divorce?”

Keira was silent for a moment, “I do not.”

Jodie South hadn’t expected such a resolute answer. She suddenly stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Keira’s shoulders, and resting her daughter’s head in the crook of her shoulder.

Her hand gently patted Keira’s back as she spoke softly, “Keira, love is sweet, but it’s also bitter. Cry if you need to, Mom won’t laugh at you.”

Hearing these words, Keira’s nose tingled.

Feelings she had suppressed for so long seemed unbearable any longer, spilling from her chest.

Startled, she tried to speak, but when she opened her mouth, an uncontrollable sob escaped.

Immediately after, tears began to fall in heavy drops.

She didn’t understand what was happening to her.

Perhaps it was for her love story that had ended without beginning.

Or maybe it was for twenty-two years of grievances…

Unseen by her, outside the courtyard, on the street, was a black Bentley parked.

Lewis Horton sat quietly in the back seat.

The driver didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

Mr. Horton had been in a very off mood today; after arriving at the company, he wrapped up all the busywork for the week.

He didn’t go home in the afternoon to deal with international matters but stayed at Horton Group instead.

After work, he didn’t return home but came here.

Yet he silently gazed at Olsen Family’s house…

Just when the driver felt he might go insane from the tension, Lewis Horton’s voice suddenly broke the silence, “Let’s go home.”

The driver immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The car started and on the way back to the Horton residence, the driver glanced at Lewis through the rearview mirror to see his boss with eyes closed.

For some reason, the always dominant boss seemed… pitiable?

The car soon arrived at the Horton residence.

After getting out, Lewis headed straight for Old Mrs. Horton’s courtyard without a word.

Approaching, he noticed the chauffeur from the old Horton mansion crouched at the entrance, chin propped on his hands, looking utterly bored.

But upon seeing Lewis, the man jumped up, “Mr. Horton, you’re finally back! There’s a delivery here for you; it was sent to the old house!”