How I Accidentally Married a Billionaire
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Chapter 267: Chapter 267 Chapter 267: Chapter 267 Upon seeing the note, Kiera Olsen’s pupils shrank sharply!

Taylor Olsen is the murderer…?

She had grown up in the Olsen family and knew that Jodie South was capable, just never utilized her abilities, always seeming to be hiding from something.

But this father, Taylor Olsen… she felt quite unfamiliar with him.

Could he really have the capability to kidnap her and Keera without a trace?

She didn’t doubt the authenticity of the note. Since she had returned, Samuel Morgan had updated her on all the investigative findings after the incident.

Moreover, being the foremost family in Oceanion, Lewis Horton had been investigating the murderer without any leads.

Such secrecy… It indicated that Taylor Olsen either concealed his true capabilities or had assistance!

Kiera tensed her jaw.

The last time Keera came to her, claiming someone would kill them, she didn’t believe it and thought it absurd, yet Keera ended up dead.

Every time she remembered this, and how Keera could have left her behind to climb onto the plank but instead gave Kiera the chance to survive, her chest felt heavy…

It was her underestimation that killed Keera.

Kiera knew the murderer was the real criminal, but still couldn’t help feeling guilty and remorseful.

Therefore, when she saw the plea for help from Jodie South, she dared not act rashly, fearing that any attempt to apprehend Taylor Olsen might instead harm her mother!

She took a deep breath, knowing she needed to seek help.

But whom could she ask for help?

Lewis Horton?

This thought barely surfaced before Kiera immediately suppressed it.

After pondering for a moment, she decided to reach out to Uncle Olsen!

Although she didn’t know the past between Uncle Olsen and her mother, nor understood their “never meeting again,” after a few interactions with Uncle Olsen, she trusted her instincts.

Uncle Olsen bore no malice toward her or her mother.

Perhaps only Uncle Olsen would risk his life for her mother!

As Kiera was contemplating, she heard movement from the funeral hall, the body being transferred to the crematorium for the deceased to rest in peace.

She hastily took out her phone and sent a message to Uncle Olsen: “Mrs. Olsen passed me a note, claiming her daughter’s murderer is Taylor Olsen, and she seems to be under control! She’s calling for help!”

After sending the message, she saw people carrying a coffin out, placing it in the van from the crematorium.

Lewis Horton didn’t follow the van, just stared blankly as the vehicle carried the body away, standing there lost in thought.

His motionlessness followed a set procedure.

Someone then raised a black and white photo of Kiera and followed the crematorium vehicle; after the cremation, it would not return but would go straight to the cemetery.

Someone nearby asked:

“Mrs. Horton won’t be buried in the Horton family’s ancestral tomb?”

“I heard Mr. Horton won’t allow it, saying she isn’t Mrs. Horton… he absolutely refuses to admit the deceased is Mrs. Horton…”

“Ah, have you seen how Mr. Horton looks? He’s completely lost, I’ve never seen him so disheveled.”

“Mr. Horton really deeply loved his wife…”

“…”

The murmurs of the crowd reached Kiera’s ears.

She ignored them, searching through the crowd for Taylor Olsen and Jodie South, only to see Taylor Olsen already lifting Jodie South into the car.

“Mrs. Olsen is too heartbroken to go to the crematorium, just being here today is her last send-off for Mrs. Horton, ah, such a pitiful person.”

“I just heard they are leaving the country tomorrow,” Mr. Olsen said they needed a change of scenery to clear their minds.”

“Makes sense, staying here just reminds them of their daughter’s tragic fate every day. But the murderer is still out there, no idea who the ruthless bastard is!”

Keira Olsen’s expression turned urgent as she immediately headed towards the parking lot.

Not far from the Horton family’s gate, a black SUV was parked.

Uncle Olsen was sitting quietly inside, staring in the direction of the Horton house.

Ellis Olsen spoke up beside him, “Uncle, if you really want to see Mrs. Horton off, why don’t you go inside instead of hiding out here?”

Uncle Olsen remained silent, his gaze fixed on his phone’s screen, on the messaging interface with Jodie South.

For more than twenty years, there had been no contact between them.

Having finally acquired Jodie South’s contact, there were only a few short messages:

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Ask anything of me, say it.”

That was the conversation from yesterday; today, she finally responded.

She said: “Please leave Oceanion as soon as possible, and stop disturbing my life.”

Uncle Olsen clenched his fists, feeling a sharp pain in his chest from her words.

That was her way of speaking.

Twenty years ago, she was just as cruel and heartless.

Even after twenty years, she was just as merciless.

Uncle Olsen gave a bitter smile; ironically, he was attracted to her for exactly this demeanor, and it had haunted him for over twenty years.

After seeing her in her youth, no other woman could ever catch his eye again.

He lowered his eyes only to see the hearse driving away, followed by someone holding a black and white photo of Keira Olsen; however, Uncle Olsen did not notice.

Because his gaze was fixed on the Olsen family’s car.

Through the glass window, even though he couldn’t see clearly, he could faintly make out Jodie South’s figure sitting quietly in the backseat…

Uncle Olsen gazed at her longingly, knowing this glance might be their final goodbye…

The moment the car passed by his, time seemed to slow in his eyes, every minute, every second, even every frame, he wanted to deeply engrave it in his mind.

It was only when the Olsen family’s car finally drove away, obscured by other vehicles, that he reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

Uncle Olsen took a deep breath and closed his eyes, concealing the moisture in them.

When he spoke again, his voice was low and slightly choked, “Let’s go.”

But Ellis Olsen opened the car door instead, “Uncle, you head back first, I’ll stay here and look after Lewis Horton, don’t let that guy get too stuck on ‘love.'”

Though they were rivals at school, he and Lewis Horton had a mutual respect for each other.

… Well, it was Ellis Olsen who admired Lewis Horton; whether Lewis Horton admired him, Ellis didn’t know.

But Ellis always valued loyalty, so he decided it was better to stay behind.

After all, given Lewis Horton’s personality and status, no one around him dared to speak the truth, fearing they might anger him.

The car door closed, and the driver started the engine.

Only then did Uncle Olsen notice the message on WhatsApp; upon seeing the message sent by the youngster, he suddenly exclaimed, “Stop the car!”

“Screech!”

Ellis Olsen was waving at the car when it suddenly stopped; he quickly walked up, “Uncle, what’s wrong? Can’t bear to part with me?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the car window opened, and Uncle Olsen looked at him gravely, “Call all our men, we’re going to the Olsen house!”