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1.5% How I Accidentally Married a Billionaire / Chapter 7: Chapter 7

Chương 7: Chapter 7

Kiera Olsen's rented house was neatly and cozily decorated by her.

She looked at the old lady, who had already drunk three glasses of water at the dining table, and said earnestly, "I really am not your granddaughter-in-law."

"You are."

The little old lady was very stubborn, hugging her cup and guzzling down another glass.

Kiera Olsen knew that she would not be able to talk sense into her and took out her phone to dial the number from last time.

It rang once and was promptly answered: "Hello."

Kiera Olsen faintly felt that the man's voice was somewhat familiar; just as she was about to say something, the old lady suddenly snatched away the phone.

At that moment, Lewis Horton was searching nearby with a group of people.

He appeared calm on the surface but felt somewhat anxious inside.

The grandma didn't just have Alzheimer's; at eighty-seven years old, her body's organs had long begun to degenerate, posing a risk to her life at any moment.

The moment the phone rang, he immediately answered, and then he heard his grandma's robust voice from inside:

"Brat, don't come to pick me up; I'm with my granddaughter-in-law."

Granddaughter-in-law...

The number was that of the girl from last time; so was grandma with her again?

Lewis Horton's face darkened as he asked, "Where are you?"

"I won't tell you."

"You think I can't find you if you don't say?"

"...You mustn't come to me or send people to check on me!"

Lewis Horton rubbed his temples and quietly asked his primary care doctor while covering the phone: "Can we forcefully bring old Mrs. Horton back?"

The doctor shook his head and softly replied, "Old Mrs. Horton should not be subjected to any stress right now. It's best to go along with her wishes. The girl from last time doesn't seem like a bad person either..."

Lewis Horton clenched his jaw and then coaxed into the phone, "Grandma, I still need to bring you your medicine."

"No need for medicine, I brought it with me; just rest easy, dear, I'll wait until I can take my granddaughter-in-law back home!"

The little old lady hung up the phone after saying that.

She handed the phone back to Kiera Olsen, "Granddaughter-in-law, all settled!"

Kiera Olsen: "..."

What kind of unreliable relatives are these, leaving an older person with a stranger?

Just as she was about to call back, her WhatsApp notification tone chimed once. Someone had sent a friend request using the phone number, with the message: grandson.

Kiera Olsen accepted his friend request and input the remark: Grandson.

"Grandson" quickly sent a message: [Please take care of my grandma for a while, her health has been bad recently, and she can't be agitated.]

Kiera Olsen snorted and typed coolly into her phone, "It's inconvenient for me; my place isn't a charity organization..."

Before she could finish typing, a noise suddenly came from the kitchen.

She quickly went to check and found the old lady cooking eggs.

Kiera Olsen casually asked, "Hungry? Just eating eggs won't do."

"Not that." The little old lady turned around, her wrinkled face lit with a kind smile: "Granddaughter-in-law, if you apply egg on your face, it will reduce the swelling."

Kiera Olsen was stunned.

Perhaps she hadn't even realized that after being hit by her own mother today, she seemed outwardly unbothered, but actually, a layer of indifference enveloped her, distancing her from the world.

At that moment, the old lady's words melted the coldness surrounding her, and warmth returned to the depths of her eyes...

She pursed her lips and looked at her phone again.

But saw an orange alert suddenly appear on the interface:

[You have received a transfer of 300,000 yuan from your grandson.]

Jake: [This is your living expenses for one week. Let me know if it's not enough.]

Keira looked at her input field, deleted the words she had just typed, and composed a new message instead: [Alright then.]

She couldn't understand why she suddenly started to meddle—it must have been because the amount of money was too much!

*

The Olsen Family.

Isla Olsen's cheeks were swollen on both sides, with clear slap marks. Her eyes were red and swollen as she sat on the living room couch, silently weeping.

Poppy Hill lowered her head: "Isla, that little slut must be jealous you're getting married into the Horton Family and that's why she lashed out. Don't cry. Wait for your dad to come back, and let Lewis teach her a lesson!"

Mrs. Olsen, Jodie South, dragged her ill body down the stairs; her voice was weak, but her tone was firm: "Cough cough, Keira isn't that kind of person. You must have done something first to anger her..."

Isla clenched her fingers and said with a lowered head and a grievance: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have accepted Jake's proposal. She likes Jake so much, she must have gotten involved with Mr. Horton because of this..."

Mrs. Olsen's face was pale, sickly: "How could that be? Keira knew manners and morals when she was a child."

Otherwise, she wouldn't have stubbornly moved out of the house.

Poppy Hill said with hatred: "She must have been led astray by others over the past few years! Her heart is black. Not only did she hit Isla today, but she even wanted to hit me, her own mother!"

Mrs. Olsen still didn't believe it.

Isla's eyes flickered and suddenly said: "Mom, it's us who have neglected her over the years..."

These words struck Poppy Hill: "It's also because she never comes home! Mrs. Olsen, you were so good to her before. But she never comes to see you; she's truly an ungrateful wretch! She doesn't remember your kindness at all, just a cold-hearted person at her core!"

Mrs. Olsen was stunned.

She had no prejudice against Keira Olsen, having raised her with her own hands, there were feelings involved.

When that child left, she did tell her to come back and visit when she could.

But for so many years, Keira never returned home.

Had the child really become cold and detached as she grew up?

Isla was satisfied seeing her hesitation.

She changed the subject and said coyly: "Mom, could you invite Dr. South to take a teaching position at Oceanion University?"

Mrs. Olsen immediately refused sternly: "Isla, you mustn't use favors to seek recompense. Besides, Dr. South has done enough for the family's company over these years!"

Isla wasn't surprised by her response and smiled saying: "Mom, that's not what I meant. Oceanion University is the best university around here, and maybe Dr. South wants to go there himself? We could just help him make connections with the school, it would be a way to thank Dr. South for all the help over the years."

Mrs. Olsen thought there was logic to this, took out her phone, and opened WhatsApp: "Then I'll ask him."

Isla sat next to Mrs. Olsen and blinked: "Dr. South has done so much for our family, any debt of gratitude is long repaid. Shouldn't the family hold a banquet to treat him? Would it not be better to ask him in person then?"

Dr. South always responded to Mrs. Olsen's requests.

As long as he came, if she then expressed her desire to become his graduate student, Dr. South would certainly not refuse.

Mrs. Olsen was persuaded. She messaged Dr. South on WhatsApp: [South, do you have time to come over to the house?]

When Keira saw the message, her heart immediately leapt.

Why would Mrs. Olsen suddenly want to meet?

Could it be that her health was failing?

Thinking of Mrs. Olsen's coughing...

Keira got up to leave: [I'm free. Shall I come over now?]


Chương 8: Chapter 8

Keira Olsen clenched her jaw, feeling extremely anxious.

She was about to leave the house when Mrs. Olsen's WhatsApp message came through, "No need to rush now, working overtime on Saturday? I'd like to invite you for a simple meal."

It was then that Keira realized her concern had clouded her judgment.

To go to the Olsen house for a meal?

A bitter smile curled the corners of her lips.

Ten years ago, when she moved out of the Olsens' house, she had gone back on the first weekend.

She had entered the yard and, through the glass window, she saw Mrs. Olsen, Isla Olsen, and Taylor Olsen chatting and laughing together, Mrs. Olsen's face alight with a radiant smile she had never seen before.

Poppy Hill had said, "See? Without you, they are the real family of three. If you really care about Mrs. Olsen, don't disturb her again in the future."

In the end, Keira had quietly left.

Each year, she would only leave a small gift at the door on Mrs. Olsen's birthday...

After so many years, perhaps it was time to meet?

Keira replied to the message, "Actually, it should be me treating you. Saturday at six in the evening, don't stand me up."

She sent a restaurant location.

Going to the Olsen house would only cause unnecessary arguments, better to meet outside. She could have a quiet talk with Mrs. Olsen and also check up on her health...

Mrs. Olsen: "Alright, don't stand me up."

Keira exited the chat with Mrs. Olsen and saw several messages from "grandson":

"The older old Mrs. Horton gets, the more she resembles a child, with a quick temper, requiring ample patience."

"Old Mrs. Horton suffers from insomnia, finding it hard to fall asleep at night."

"Two blue pills a day, one in the morning and one in the evening..."

A string of five reminders, the last one being:

"The above is forwarded from the family doctor's advice, thank you for your trouble. If grandma has any discomfort, please contact me immediately."

Keira read this, then silently walked into the guest room and made a short video for "grandson".

*

Not far away on the street, two cars were parked unobtrusively.

Leading was a nanny car, equipped with a full range of features, essentially a small suite.

Lewis Horton, dressed in a black suit, was sitting on the sofa, working on a computer.

The family doctor of old Mrs. Horton sat in the corner with a grave expression, ready for any emergency.

If old Mrs. Horton changed locations suddenly, she would surely have trouble sleeping that night.

Her frail body meant that insomnia could lead to abnormal heart rates; any lack of attention could be life-threatening.

The car in the rear was equipped with medical devices, in case of an emergency. Old Mrs. Horton lived nearby, so they could rush to her aid at a moment's notice.

While contemplating this, Lewis's WhatsApp notification sounded.

He looked at it and, to his ever-unchanging stoic expression, a hint of... surprise appeared?

The family doctor immediately asked, "Is something wrong with old Mrs. Horton?"

Lewis pressed his lips together and passed the video for him to see.

There was old Mrs. Horton, sprawled out on a small floral bedsheet, sleeping soundly and even snoring softly!

It was only nine in the evening!

Usually, they would thank their lucky stars if old Mrs. Horton managed to fall asleep before one in the morning!

The family doctor looked astounded, "Old Mrs. Horton truly feels differently about this girl. If she could always stay with old Mrs. Horton, I'm sure it would bring improvements to her health!"

With old age and a weak body, sleep was crucial for old Mrs. Horton.

Lewis clenched his jaw, his gaze deepening.

The next day.

Before leaving the house, Keira instructed the well-rested and rosy-cheeked elderly lady who had had a good night's sleep, "I've asked Samuel Morgan to come and keep you company; he'll be here soon."

"Okay," the little old lady nodded obediently, "Granddaughter-in-law, what are you off to do?"

"I'm going to see someone."

"Who are you seeing? Is it a must?"

"Mhm."

If she didn't go to find Lewis Horton, he would find out they were married when he tried to register his marriage in the future.

But the company was waiting to go public, and Keira Olsen was anxious to get a divorce.

The old lady grandly gestured, "Then I'll have my grandson arrange a meeting for you! My grandson's face is well recognized!"

Keira Olsen smiled, "Grandma, I'm afraid your grandson won't be able to handle it."

With the Horton Family being the wealthiest in Oceanion, how could the old lady's family be more influential?

She rode her electric bike and arrived at the Horton Group.

Lewis Horton's personal schedule was actually quite monotonous; the man had no leisure or entertainment, he was either at work or on his way to work.

Keira Olsen approached the front desk and, before she could speak, the receptionist said, "You again? Mr. Davis informed us that Mr. Horton has no express delivery today, you're not allowed upstairs!"

Keira Olsen said, "I'm not here to deliver a package, I'm..."

The receptionist cut her off impatiently, "Do you have an appointment then? Without an appointment, you can't go upstairs!"

Just as Keira Olsen was about to say something, the receptionist's eyes suddenly lit up; the impatient look on her face instantly vanished as she eagerly said to someone behind Keira, "Miss Olsen? You're here!"

Keira Olsen frowned and turned to see Isla Olsen.

With a gentle and refined demeanor, Isla Olsen smiled slightly at the receptionist, "I'm here to see Jake."

Her gaze swept over Keira Olsen and she added, "But I forgot to make an appointment in advance..."

"Miss Olsen, you must be joking. With your status, why would you need an appointment? Young Mr. Horton will definitely be delighted to see you!"

The receptionist used a card to help her through the security gate, "Please, come in."

However, Isla Olsen looked towards Keira Olsen and sighed disapprovingly, "Keira, the Horton Group isn't a place just anyone can enter whenever they wish. If you want to cling to Mr. Horton, don't make things difficult for the receptionist here..."

Keira Olsen: ?

When did she give the receptionist a hard time?

But the receptionist furrowed her brows.

Mr. Davis just said to not let this girl upstairs but hadn't specified why.

Was it because of this?

The receptionist showed a disdainful look and said with full annoyance, "Some people really don't know their place, thinking they can become a phoenix by relying on their face? Look around, this isn't just any place. Miss, please keep your distance and don't disturb my work, or I'll have to call security!"

Keira Olsen raised an eyebrow, about to say something, but seeing the receptionist's high-and-mighty attitude, she smiled and said, "Well, it's you who won't let me upstairs."

Meanwhile, upstairs.

After Lewis Horton finished processing an urgent document, he took out his phone and saw the pinned contact "Iron-deficient."

That was the girl's WhatsApp name, quite a weird one.

He sent a message, "Hello, how's grandma today?"

The reply came quickly, "Everything was fine when I left home."

Lewis Horton frowned, "Did you go out to work?"

"Iron-deficient": "Sort of."

Lewis Horton's expression turned displeased; she had just left his grandmother alone at home?

But she wasn't the caregiver he had hired; she had no obligation to stay put and take care of his grandma.

Right now, he was the one seeking a favor...

Lewis Horton pondered for a moment, "Where are you? I'll come to you, let's talk about my grandmother."

"Iron-deficient" didn't decline, immediately sending an address via WhatsApp.

After seeing it, Lewis Horton paused.

Wasn't that... right outside the Horton Group?

He got up and headed downstairs.


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