# Chapter 98 Photo: A Grandmother's Fierce Loyalty
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing today? I hope you're ready for another gripping installment of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire." Today, I'm going to walk with you through Chapter 98, titled "Photo"—a chapter brimming with maternal defiance, hidden agendas, and the quiet stirrings of a heart that refuses to be kept at arm's length. Let's dive right in, shall we?
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The Allen family's hospital room was thick with tension. Rebecca's words had struck her parents like a bolt from the blue. "Rebecca, this isn't time for tantrums…" Mr. Allen tried to reason, but his daughter cut him off with surprising steel.
"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 exchanged bewildered glances. "What if Miss Olsen really killed that person?"
Rebecca's eyes reddened. "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."
A reluctant chuckle escaped Mr. Allen's lips. "You're going to stay here forever?"
Rebecca lowered her head, suddenly silent—the picture of a willful young lady throwing a stubborn, righteous tantrum.
From across the room, Frankie watched her with a quiet sigh of relief. Ever since her husband and mother-in-law's betrayal, Rebecca had lost much of her fire. Now, seeing her throw this little storm, he knew she was healing. He pondered a moment, then spoke. "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 surrendered with a weary nod. "Fine."
Meanwhile, Isla had chosen not to leave with Mrs. Olsen. Instead, she slipped through the hospital corridors until she reached old Mrs. Horton's room. Peeking in, she found the elderly lady humming a cheerful tune, reading glasses perched on her nose, utterly absorbed in some drama on her tablet.
After a soft knock, Isla stepped inside.
Old Mrs. Horton's face immediately soured. "Why are you here?"
Isla forced a smile. "Mrs. Horton, I came to tell you something…"
But the old woman waved her hand dismissively. "I don't want to hear you speak. Go away." Two bodyguards stepped forward, ready to escort the unwelcome visitor out.
Panic flashed in Isla's eyes. She blurted out, "Mrs. Horton, Keira is in trouble!"
The old woman froze, then slowly lowered her head to shoot a sharp glance at Isla. "What did you say? What happened to my granddaughter-in-law?"
*Granddaughter-in-law?* Isla blinked, momentarily taken aback. But she quickly dismissed the odd phrasing as another symptom of dementia. "She killed someone and was arrested. Locked up in the police station last night—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. There, trending on social media, was the headline: #Rich Second Generation Paying for A Life#. She clicked into the article, watching the interview by journalist Josh. Though Keira and Connor's faces were blurred, anyone who knew them could recognize them instantly.
Her eyes widened as she scrolled through the savage comments:
*"You must reveal who this rich second generation is! She must face justice!"*
*"If it wasn't for that journalist breaking 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 she read, the more appalled she became.
Seeing her shock, Isla leaned in, a sly gleam in her eyes. "Mrs. Horton, Keira's reputation is now thoroughly tarnished. Shouldn't you keep your distance from her to avoid affecting the Horton Group?"
*Ah, there it was.* Isla's heart raced. Wasn't Keira's arrogance and magnificence all thanks to old Mrs. Horton's unwavering love? If she lost that favor, what would she be?
But old Mrs. Horton only fixed Isla with a sharp look. "Horton Group?"
"Yes," Isla pressed. "You should advise Mr. Horton to keep some distance from her… I saw him taking care of her in the hospital. If journalists photographed that and misinterpreted Keira's relationship with the Horton family, it would be a big mess."
Old Mrs. Horton frowned deeply. "Right, right. We can't let the journalists photograph it…"
She immediately dialed Lewis's number. The call connected quickly. "Are you still at the hospital?! Are there still many journalists?"
Lewis's rich, pleasing voice came through. "…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—"
Isla's lips curved into a victorious smirk. *Yes, that's it. Protect the family name. Push her away.*
But old Mrs. Horton's next words shattered her smugness.
"—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's jaw dropped.
The old woman continued, her voice fierce. "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!"
That was the last sentence Isla heard before she was unceremoniously chased out of the room. She stomped her foot in fury, her eyes blazing with a vicious light.
Back in Keira's hospital room, Lewis calmly ended the call. He rubbed his nose, a faint warmth creeping up his neck. His grandmother's parting words 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. Two people could fit if they squeezed, but that would mean being uncomfortably close…
*Very close.*
Lewis felt his face grow hot just thinking about it. He cleared his throat and turned to Keira. "I'm going to handle some issues in the office."
Keira nodded from her bed. "Alright."
As he reached the door, he paused and looked back. "I'll come back tonight to have dinner with you."
Keira's brow furrowed in confusion. She wanted to tell him not to worry if he was busy—but the deep, earnest gaze in his eyes silenced her. She simply nodded. "Okay."
After Lewis left, Keira expected a long, empty afternoon. But soon, Mr. and Mrs. Allen arrived with Rebecca in tow. The three of them chatted with her, filling the quiet hours until evening descended.
Rebecca was whispering something to Keira when both Mr. and Mrs. Allen's phones beeped simultaneously. Mr. Allen pulled out his phone to see a message from Frankie: *"Dad, Mom, I've arrived home."*
He glanced at Keira. The more he studied her face, the more it stirred an old memory—a resemblance to Lady South from years past.
Suddenly, he typed back: *"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 photo, and send it to me?"*
The chapter ends with that quiet, searching request—a thread pulled taut across time and memory, hinting at secrets still buried.
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**Reader's Impressions & Star Rating**
Oh, this chapter was a rollercoaster of emotions! I loved seeing old Mrs. Horton's fierce, unshakeable loyalty to Keira—despite the scandal, despite Isla's poisonous words, she immediately went into protective mode. That "granddaughter-in-law" slip was intriguing too. And Lewis's awkwardness about sharing a bed? Absolutely adorable. Rebecca's growth is also heartwarming; she's finding her voice again. The only sour note is Isla's scheming—but it only makes the good moments sweeter.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
**Next Chapter Prediction**
That request for the photo of Lady South is a huge clue! I bet Mr. Allen will discover a startling resemblance between Keira and that woman from his past. Could Keira be connected to the Horton family in a way no one expected? And with Lewis determined to stay by her side all night—will they actually end up sharing that single hospital bed? Sparks are going to fly!
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