How I Accidentally Married a Billionaire
Chapter 253 - Chapter 253 Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Chapter 253 Chapter 253: Chapter 253 Keira Olsen’s face still had patches of iodine that had not been completely wiped away, leaving her skin looking dark and sallow, exuding an earthiness.

But those features, the butler felt certain he had not been mistaken!

While he was still in shock, Howard had already passed over a stack of condolence money and then guiltily said, “My wife Keera was Mrs. Horton’s high school classmate. She insisted on coming to pay her respects upon hearing the sad news about Mrs. Horton.”

Having said this, he tugged Keira towards the memorial hall.

Leaving the butler standing there, stunned, he then looked down at the money Howard had given him, which bore the words “high school classmate Keera.”

So, that girl wasn’t the lady of the house, but her high school classmate?

The butler rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had been mistaken after all?

He turned around wanting to continue his search but saw that the person had already blended into the crowd and disappeared into the memorial hall.

Butler: “…” He must have seen it wrong!

…

The memorial hall was set up in the center of the main house, a spacious place conducive to the viewing of the body and offering incense for the deceased.

Just as Keira Olsen entered with Howard, her gaze fell upon the ice casket!

But that casket was placed up front, with people blocking off access and not allowing people to come too close.

Someone nearby explained: “Mrs. Horton fell into the ocean, and her whole body was swollen from being soaked. I heard her face decayed, making it impossible to view. So, they decided not to let anyone see her remains…”

Hearing this, Keira’s legs wobbled a bit.

Her whole body was swollen from being soaked?

She clenched her fists.

Her gaze swept over the crowd gathered in the memorial hall.

She saw Oliver Horton and Melissa Knight from the first branch of the family greeting visitors, their faces shown sorrow, but their eyes gleamed with something else.

Next to them, Jake Horton looked utterly grief-stricken, his eyes vacant, as if he truly was heartbroken over her.

Keira retracted her gaze, trying to find the others.

She didn’t see Mrs. Olsen…

Given Mrs. Olsen’s health, she must have been unable to withstand the agony of losing a daughter and fainted again, right?

But what about Lewis Horton?

Just as she thought this, she overheard Melissa Knight explaining to the visitors who came to express condolences: “Ah, Lewis is so overwhelmed with grief that he refuses to accept the deceased as his sister. He’s now hiding in his room, unwilling to come out and won’t see his sister off on her last journey…”

This statement prompted murmurs among those nearby:

“Mr. Horton really did share a deep bond with his wife, to go to such extents for Mrs. Horton…”

“But I feel that’s not really appropriate, is it? Mrs. Horton’s body is already in such a state; it would be better to have her buried soon. He’s letting his emotions take over…”

“I always thought Mr. Horton was a sensible man. But I heard these past two days he hasn’t even been to the Horton Group, it’s all Mr. Davis arranging the work…”

“…”

Hearing these words, Keira lowered her gaze.

Howard, at her side, had already moved closer to others, trying to make more acquaintances, not noticing her.

Keira then quietly turned around and walked out of the memorial hall.

With the dirt-yellow color on her face, the iodine that had not been cleaned off made her skin look like that of a country girl tanned from the outdoors.

Dressed in clothes that were not her usual style, but rather Keera’s demure style, little wonder she didn’t attract attention as she walked, and hardly anyone recognized her.

She quickly turned into Old Mrs. Horton’s courtyard.

Most of the servants were over at the main house helping out.

At that moment, Fiona was chatting with another nanny.

Fiona looked distraught: “Has the master not eaten anything yet?”

The other person nodded: “Yes, he’s been a wreck since they fished out Mrs. Horton’s body…”

Fiona wiped away tears: “The master is deeply emotional, and old Mrs. Horton is so heartbroken she’s fallen ill, sigh!”

As they spoke, they walked away.

Keira thought for a moment, then went to the back courtyard of a small house, directly up to the second floor, and hopped onto the balcony of Lewis Horton’s bedroom.

Through the glass window, she saw the man curled up, slumped on the sofa.

The room was filled with a thick haze of smoke, and the floor was littered with cigarette butts.

Lewis clenched his fists, his gaze vacant.

He remembered how two days ago, he had been foolishly waiting at the courthouse, until two in the afternoon, three o’clock…

Kiera was late, and he actually felt a bit happy about it.

Because Kiera didn’t come, did that mean she couldn’t bear to divorce him?

But he never would have imagined that what he ultimately received was the news of her death!!

He couldn’t believe it and rushed to the seaside, only to see Mrs. Olsen standing strong, accompanied by Uncle Olsen and Taylor Olsen.

The salvage crew kept searching back and forth in the water.

In that instant, his legs felt weak!

Every time the salvage crew emerged, he both hoped for news and feared it.

Because it had been over ten hours since the shipwreck… No one can survive that long at sea!!

Kiera must have been washed away by the current, to some other shore… She could swim!

But Samuel Morgan’s words pierced through his last defenses.

Samuel Morgan stood by his side, pacing anxiously, muttering to himself, “It’s over, the boss was supposed to have her infusion today… She was supposed to have it yesterday, but since she said she was getting divorced in the afternoon, she rescheduled it for tonight…”

Divorce…

Lewis Horton staggered in his steps!

Would Kiera have gotten her infusion if he hadn’t played stubborn on the first day and they had divorced smoothly?

Then, even if she had fallen into the sea, there might still have been a chance for survival…

Just as Lewis Horton reached this thought, the salvage crew brought news.

A woman’s corpse, swollen from soaking and unrecognizable, was pulled up…

At this thought, Lewis Horton’s heart felt as if it were pierced by a thousand arrows, with a dense, spreading pain emanating from his chest.

But over these two days, he had grown accustomed to this pain.

He clutched his chest and lit another cigarette.

Outside, Fiona’s knocking sounded, “Sir, the lady’s body is being sent to the funeral home, won’t you come out to see her off?”

The man who had always been refined and gentlemanly suddenly looked up sharply when he heard this.

Lewis Horton’s eyes were red as he picked up the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it fiercely toward the door.

“Bang!”

The ashtray fell.

Lewis Horton roared, “Get out! That’s not Kiera! Kiera isn’t dead!!”

Outside, upon hearing this, Fiona sighed silently, “Sir, please open the door, Old Mrs. Horton is here.”

Yet, Lewis Horton still did not move.

Then came Old Mrs. Horton’s trembling voice from outside, “Brat, your wife always cared about her dignity while she was alive. She paid great attention to her appearance. Now she’s lying here inflated and deteriorating; do you know how ugly that is? Do you really want your wife to die this unsightly?!”

These words seemed to hit Lewis Horton hard.

The usually calm and restrained man buried his head between his knees, wrapping his hands tightly around it, as a muffled voice emerged, “Grandma, that’s not Kiera, my gut tells me, it’s not Kiera!”

Old Mrs. Horton sighed, “I know the granddaughter-in-law is unrecognizable, but the police have already extracted her DNA and conducted a test. Brat, face reality!”

These words made Keira Olsen, standing on the balcony, feel a sudden twinge in her heart.

When she heard everyone say the body was unrecognizable, she still held a sliver of hope, but now reality had shattered it!

Her sister looked so much like her, they must be identical twins, so their DNA should be ninety-nine percent similar!

Was that body really her sister’s?

At this thought, Keira saw in the room, Lewis Horton clenching his fist and smashing it down on the marble floor…

“Bang!”

Blood seeped out, staining the ground.

Lewis Horton said in agony, “Grandma, stop… that’s not her!”

There was a pause from outside the door, and finally, Old Mrs. Horton spoke, “Brat, one must learn to let go and face things in life. By running away, you’re disrespecting your wife. Open the door, come out, and give your wife a proper send-off!”

This made Lewis Horton’s fists tremble.

Hanging his head, he slowly knelt on the ground.

Watching him like this, Keira felt an immense heartache.

She stepped out from the shadows, gently tapping on the balcony’s glass door.

Lewis Horton, don’t be sad, I haven’t died.

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