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.