My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

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Rebecca's words made Mr. and Mrs. Allen pause. "Rebecca, this isn't time for tantrums..."

But Rebecca spoke up. "She saved me when I was near death. Now that she's in trouble, how can I leave? The medical facilities in Oceanion are quite good. I'll stay in this hospital until Miss Olsen is safe."

Mr. and Mrs. Allen looked at each other. "What Miss Olsen really killed that person?"

Rebecca's eyes turned red. "Then I'll wait. Miss Olsen doesn't have much family or friends, and I'll see her every visitation day! It would be so heartbreaking if everyone else has visitors and only she doesn't."

Mr. Allen couldn't help but chuckle. "You're going to stay here forever?"

Rebecca lowered her head and fell silent, looking like the spoiled young lady she was again.

Frankie looked at her and felt somewhat relieved.

Ever since Rebecca's husband and mother-in-law betrayed her, she had lost a lot of confidence. Now that she was throwing tantrums again, it meant she was getting better.

He pondered for a moment and then sighed. "There are still matters in the company that need my attention in Clance. I'll head back first. Mom, Dad, please stay with Rebecca in Oceanion for her recovery. It's like taking a vacation here."

Mr. Allen said in resignation, "Fine."

...

Isla didn't leave with Mrs. Olsen and Mr. Olsen but stayed in the hospital.

When she arrived at old Mrs. Horton's room, she found the old lady humming a tune while watching a drama with her reading glasses on.

After knocking on the door, she walked in.

Seeing her, old Mrs. Horton seemed displeased. "Why are you here?"

Isla smiled. "Mrs. Horton, I came to tell you something..."

Old Mrs. Horton waved her hand dismissively. "I don't want to hear you speak. Go away."

Two bodyguards immediately stepped forward, ready to grab Isla.

Isla immediately shouted, "Mrs. Horton, Keira is in trouble!"

Old Mrs. Horton paused, lowered her head, and shot a glance at her. "What did you say? What happened to my granddaughter-in-law?"

Isla was taken aback. "What granddaughter-in-law?"

"Keira! What happened to her?"

Without thinking too much about it, Isla assumed that old Mrs. Horton's dementia was acting up again, so she continued. "She killed someone and was arrested. She was locked up in the police station last night and released on bail today. The news has already reported it. Didn't you see it?"

The news...

Old Mrs. Horton immediately whipped out her phone and saw the trending news: #Rich Second Generation Paying for A Life#

She clicked into it and saw the interview by Josh the journalist.

Though Keira and Connor's faces were blurred, anyone familiar with them could recognize them at a glance.

Old Mrs. Horton stared at the news report in shock. The entire social media was filled with criticism.

"You must reveal who this rich second generation is! She must face justice!"

"My God, if it wasn't for the journalist who broke the news, would the deceased have died in vain? His son even signed a letter of understanding for money..."

"Murder for life! These words are applicable in any era!"

"Please reveal which family she comes from. We'll never support anything from their family again! What the hell is this rich second generation, using our money to bully the poor?"

...

...

The more Old Mrs. Horton read, the more shocked she was.

Seeing her expression, Isla quickly added, "Mrs. Horton, Keira's reputation is now thoroughly tarnished. Shouldn't you keep your distance from her to avoid affecting the Horton Group?"

Isla's eyes gleamed with fierce light.

Wasn't Keira so arrogant and magnificent because she was backed by old Mrs. Horton's love?

If she lost old Mrs. Horton's favor, what would she be?

Upon hearing these words, old Mrs. Horton indeed looked at her. "Horton Group?"

Isla smiled. "Yes, you should advise Mr. Horton to keep some distance from her... I saw Mr. Horton taking care of her in the hospital. If the journalists photographed it and misconstrued that Keira had some relationship with the Horton family, it would be a big mess."

Old Mrs. Horton immediately frowned. "Right, right. We can't let the journalists photograph it..."

She immediately took out her phone and dialed Lewis's number.

The call was answered quickly, and Mrs. Horton shouted, "Are you still at the hospital?! Are there still many journalists?" Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The rich, pleasing voice of Lewis came from the phone. "…How did you know?"

"You don't need to worry about how I knew. I'm telling you, you must protect your privacy and not let the journalists photograph…"

The corner of Isla's mouth curled up.

As it involved the issue of reputation, old Mrs. Horton and Mr. Horton indeed began to maintain their distance…

Just as she was thinking this, she heard old Mrs. Horton's following words. "…Don't let the journalists photograph Keira! A young lady needs her reputation! Even if this matter is resolved, if she is photographed and becomes a trending topic, how can she face the people in Oceanion in the future?"

Isla was shocked.

She stared at old Mrs. Horton in astonishment and then heard her continue. "You brat! Such a big thing happened and you didn't tell me! How is Keira doing now? Does she need me to come and see her? She doesn't need me? Then don't go to work! You must stay in the hospital to protect her. If you can't protect her, don't come back home!"

This was the sentence that Isla heard as she was chased out of the room.

She stomped her foot in anger, a vicious look in her eyes.

Back in the hospital.

Lewis calmly hung up. He rubbed his nose and looked at Keira. The words his grandma said echoed in his head. "You brat, this is your chance. By the way, where are you sleeping tonight? The sofa? How can you sleep on the sofa? Squeeze onto the bed with your wife!"

The bed...

There was only a single bed in the ward. Indeed two people could fit if they squeezed, but wouldn't they have to be very close to each other?

Lewis felt his face become a bit hot just thinking about it.

Clearing his throat, he spoke to Keira. "I'm going to handle some issues in the office."

Keira was resting in bed, and she nodded when she heard him. "Alright."

As Lewis made his way to the door, he suddenly turned back. "I'll come back tonight to have dinner with you."

Keira was perplexed.

She wanted to tell him not to worry if he was busy, but she kept quiet when she saw the deep gaze in Lewis's eyes.

She nodded. "Okay."

After Lewis left, Keira thought she'd be bored, but then Mr. and Mrs. Allen brought Rebecca over.

As the three of them chatted with her, time quickly passed, and it was evening.

Rebecca was whispering to Keira, and Mr. Allen and Mrs. Allen were sitting on the sofa beside them. Both of their phones beeped simultaneously.

Mr. Allen took out his phone and saw it was a message from Frankie. "Dad, Mom, I've arrived home."

Mr. Allen glanced at Keira.

The more he looked at her face, the more he found her to resemble Lady South from his memories...

All of a sudden, he sent a text to Frankie. "In my study, the second drawer, there's an album. I believe there's a picture of me and Lady South on the eighteenth page. Can you find it, take a picture, and send it to me?"