My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 149 - 149:  She‘s Mrs. Horton!

Keira walked past Isla and approached Madeleine. Just as she was about to enter the room, Madeleine suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

Her voice was faint, and she appeared fragile as if posing no threat.

Keira frowned slightly but said nothing.

Isla then said, "Auntie, this is Keira. Didn't Great-grandma fall ill and mistake her for you? That's why Mr. Horton has been letting her stay at the house... Now there are all kinds of rumors going around, saying that Keira is my uncle's mistress..."

"Isla!" Mrs. Olsen warned her, interrupting what Isla was about to say next.

Isla pouted but didn't continue; however, the meaning behind her words was clear.

Ignoring her, Keira kept her gaze on Madeleine and asked directly, "Miss Davis, right? Are you truly Mrs. Horton?"

She found Madeleine somewhat inscrutable.

Her question was both a probe and an opportunity for her to clarify things.

Isla immediately scoffed. "Keira, you really outdo your mother in attendance. You're so arrogant before the real deal. Your mom wouldn't dare to pass gas in front of my mom; if you're going to be someone's mistress, at least learn from your mother's attitudes, right?"

Mrs. Olsen's complexion changed drastically, her voice trembling, "Isla!"

She couldn't understand why her daughter was being so sharp-tongued and repulsive!

But Isla seemed completely unaware of her mistake, and retorted, "What's wrong? Did I say something incorrect? What right does she have to question Auntie's identity? She's so arrogant... Mom, you always tell me to shut up, but why don't you tell her to shut up?"

Mrs. Olsen gasped for air and clutched her chest, her body trembling.

Keira, however, paid them no heed and kept her eyes on Madeleine, "Are you going to talk?"

Madeleine looked petrified by their quarreling. She gaped with innocent, doe eyes, bewildered and panicked by everything in front of her. She then replied weakly, "I— please don't be angry... I'm not in good health. I won't fight you for anything... As long as Lewis keeps taking care of me, that's enough... I also want to thank you, for helping take care of Grandma during this time..."

She bowed her head, her fingers idly intertwining. "Lewis is too busy taking care of me and has no time for Grandma. Having you help us stay with grandma, I'm happy, and Lewis is happy too..."

Immediately, Keira clenched her fists and took a step forward, "So then, answer my question, are you Mrs. Horton?"

She was truly getting impatient.

Madeleine looked delicate and weak, but her words were causing a great deal of confusion!

None of her words explicitly stated whether she was Mrs. Horton or not, but every sentence implicitly spoke from the perspective of Mrs. Horton.

She didn't like such ambiguities.

Frowning, Keira saw that Madeleine looked frightened by her demeanor and quickly hid behind Isla, glancing at her in a panic. "I—I won't fight with you for him... Please, don't be angry, stop this..."

As soon as these words came out, Isla immediately stood in front of her, righteously accusing Keira. "What are you doing? I know you're powerful, often resolving issues through physical means outside, but this is my aunt! She's already very frail. If you dare touch a single hair on her, let's see if Mr. Horton will let you off!"

Keira frowned, "I didn't lay a hand on her..."

Madeleine then hastily cried out. "She didn't lay a hand on me, no, she didn't..."

Isla scoffed. "That's because you escaped before she could act, right? Keira, I really didn't expect you to become so brazen! In front of my mom and all these people, you even dared to threaten Mrs. Horton! You kept pressing her. What did you want her to say? Did you want her to hand over Uncle Lewis to you? How shameless can you be, to bully a sick person like this?!"

Keira felt a surge of anger welling up within her.

She stepped forward. "I was just trying to get things clear. From start to finish, it's been you doing all the talking. I want her to tell me herself, whether or not she's actually Mrs. Horton!"

Isla scoffed again and turned to look at Madeleine. "Auntie, don't be scared! Assert your status and stature as the legal wife. This is the Horton residence, not some place where a mistress can cause trouble at will!"

Madeleine immediately grabbed her dress nervously, bowing her head, "Miss Keira, thank you…"

Isla showed a look of frustration. "Why would you thank her? She stole your husband's and your grandma's affection. How can you be so weak and incompetent... No wonder Uncle Lewis has been so openly messing around outside!"

Madeleine stuttered, "Don't talk nonsense. Without evidence, as long as Lewis doesn't abandon me, it's fine."

Isla said, "…If you keep this up, it won't be long before he does abandon you!"

"Slap!"

Mrs. Olsen couldn't stand it any longer and slapped Isla across the face. "I told you to shut up! Stop causing trouble here!" Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Isla's head was jerked to the side from the slap. She was stunned, then glared at Mrs. Olsen and shouted, "Why should I shut up? Keira is clearly the one who's in the wrong this time!"

"Mom, in your eyes, is everything I do wrong? I was just trying to defend my aunt's dignity! I wanted Keira to realize her mistake!"

Isla fixed a sharp gaze on Mrs. Olsen, "You're going to stop me? Is Keira so perfect in your eyes? Even if she becomes someone's mistress, a homewrecker, you'll still favor her?! Have you ever considered my feelings? With her doing such things in the Horton family, how can I stand my ground in the Horton household?!"

With righteous indignation, Isla's questioning shook Mrs. Olsen to her core, "You... don't pretend your motives are so noble... you're just targeting Keira!"

"Yes, I am targeting her, so what? If she hadn't done anything wrong, would I be able to target her? This time I completely occupy the moral high ground. What have I done wrong?!"

Isla pressed aggressively. "Should we call everyone else to have a look?"

Mrs. Olsen clutched her chest and stepped back.

"Ma'am!"

Keira took a step forward, reaching out to support her.

But unexpectedly, Mrs. Olsen pushed her away in the next moment.

Keira looked at Mrs. Olsen in astonishment, only to see her eyes red, her whole demeanor seeming on the verge of collapse. "It's my fault. My neglect has made the two of you turn out this way!"

She looked at Keira with disappointment. "I always thought you were a good child, but today, Keira, you really let me down!"

Mrs. Olsen's voice was choked with sobs, mixed with the disappointment in her eyes...

All of this pained Keira, and she felt as if her heart was being viciously gripped by an invisible hand.

She clenched her fists tightly, turned around sharply into the resting room, picked up her bag and strode out. Then, feeling wronged, she took out her marriage certificate from inside and handed it to Mrs. Olsen.