How I Accidentally Married a Billionaire

Chapter 31: Chapter 31

The white pill dissolved in her mouth, instantly releasing a burst of coolness.

Her itchy throat felt as though it was wrapped in a pool of cool water, much more comfortable.

Mrs. Olsen didn’t drink any water and swallowed the pill directly.

“Cough cough cough…”

Suddenly, another bout of coughing erupted.

She smiled bitterly, just for a moment, she almost thought the pill was effective.

...

…wishful thinking.

Mrs. Olsen lay in bed, closing her eyes.

She was suffering from psychogenic chronic cough; for over twenty years, she had tried countless medications and consulted numerous experts, but nothing had cured it…

…

“Shirley? Shirley! Wake up!”

Mrs. Olsen slowly opened her eyes and saw Taylor Olsen standing by the bedside, the entire room as bright as day.

Were hospital incandescent lights this bright?

She was a bit disoriented and asked, “What time is it?”

“Ten in the morning!” Taylor expressed his concern, “You should eat something; otherwise, you’ll get hypoglycemia…”

Mrs. Olsen was stunned.

She turned her head in confusion, only to realize that the brightness in the room wasn’t from the lights, but from the sunlight!

She had actually slept until daylight?

How could that be!

It was that bottle of medicine! The one Kiera gave!

Aunt South, with eyes rimmed red with excitement, exclaimed, “Mrs. Olsen, the sleeping pills the doctor prescribed last night really did work! You actually slept for ten whole hours!”

Mrs. Olsen was taken aback, “What sleeping pills?”

Aunt South looked towards Isla Olsen, “They were provided by Young Master Jake. He heard you couldn’t sleep and specifically got a potent sleeping pill to add to your medication. We didn’t tell you, fearing you’d keep thinking about it and have even more trouble sleeping. Unexpectedly, it really worked!”

Mrs. Olsen paused for a moment.

Is that so?

But sleeping pills are only meant to aid sleep, whereas today she woke up feeling her throat was much clearer!

Her gaze drifted towards the pillow, to the unlabelled plastic bottle.

Try again tonight…

If she only took the sleeping pill and not this one, she would see the outcome; then she would know which one was actually effective.

With this in mind, Mrs. Olsen remained silent.

Taylor then turned to Isla with relief, “This son-in-law is really good. I heard the flu is particularly widespread recently, and the hospital wards are full. Yesterday there was absolutely no chance to get a room, but Jake pulled a lot of strings to arrange this room. We really owe it to him this time!”

Only then did Mrs. Olsen realize the ward had also been arranged by Jake Horton, “He really is a good kid.”

Isla saw the opportunity, “Mom, with Jake being so filial towards you, could you help him out?”

Mrs. Olsen asked, “How can I help?”

Taylor thought of something, “Is it that Jake is having trouble at work?”

Isla nodded and sighed, “The family wants Jake to manage the research department, but those researchers there are too set in their ways and don’t really listen to Jake. If we could invite Dr. South over, or even just to provide external technical support, Jake would be able to establish his position.”

After Isla finished, she looked towards Mrs. Olsen.

As expected, she saw struggle and hesitation on her face.

Mrs. Olsen had principles when it came to life and work; she did not like to call in favors to repay gratitude, but she was even more afraid of being indebted to someone.

Mrs. Olsen hesitated for a moment before saying, “Then I’ll ask Dr. South, but if he disagrees, let’s drop it.”

Isla Olsen’s face was all smiles: “Good.”

Based on her experience, whenever Mrs. Olsen spoke up, Dr. South had never refused.

Mrs. Olsen took out her phone, found Dr. South’s WhatsApp, pondered her wording, and sent a message: [South, do you have a moment? I need a favor.]

Keira Olsen received the message just as she had come back from taking old Mrs. Horton downstairs for a walk.

Upon seeing the message, she furrowed her brows.

Why was Mrs. Olsen suddenly reaching out to her?

Could there have been a problem with yesterday’s medicine? Or an adverse rejection reaction?

That medication was actually still in clinical trials; she had originally planned to wait until the trials were over before offering it to Mrs. Olsen. Yet seeing the severity of Mrs. Olsen’s illness, she had decided to make an exception and provide it early.

She became somewhat anxious, instructed the nurse to take old Mrs. Horton back to her ward, and hurried towards Mrs. Olsen’s location.

Lewis Horton, who was working in the outer office, saw his grandmother enter and subconsciously glanced back, but didn’t see that slim figure following.

His gaze deepened: “Where is Miss Olsen?”

The old lady upon hearing this said, “She went to her mother’s place.”

Lewis Horton raised an eyebrow: “Is something wrong with Mrs. Olsen?”

The old lady immediately tensed up: “My daughter-in-law indeed just rushed over there. Oh my, brat, you better go check on her!” @@novelbin@@

Lewis Horton pressed his lips together.

After a moment of contemplation, he finally stood up and walked out.

Tom Davis hurriedly followed behind him.

…

Keira Olsen rushed into Mrs. Olsen’s hospital room, only to find that the room was filled with many people.

Not only was Jake Horton there, but Poppy Hill was also present.

Someone said something and everyone laughed, but the room’s jovial atmosphere came to an abrupt halt the moment she walked in.

Keira Olsen stood at the door, feeling superfluous.

Mrs. Olsen seemed fine.

She lowered her gaze, looked down, and was about to leave.

Mrs. Olsen wanted to call her back, but a glance over the room full of people told her that it was indeed more suitable for her to leave now. When there was time, she could meet Keira alone…

However, Poppy Hill spoke up: “Oh, isn’t that Miss Olsen? What’s the matter? Now that you’ve climbed up Old Mrs. Horton’s high branch, are we all beneath your notice?”

Keira Olsen didn’t respond and turned to leave, but Poppy Hill grabbed her:

“I heard that you’re set on ingratiating yourself with Old Mrs. Horton, slavishly attending to her bedside night after night. Do you really think they’ll value you as their own granddaughter? What a daydream! You are nothing but a plaything to them!”

Isla Olsen quickly interjected: “Don’t say that, Old Mrs. Horton really values Keira…”

Poppy Hill’s voice immediately rose: “And how is that value shown? Young Master Jake’s respect for you, Isla, that is the real deal…”

Poppy Hill looked to Jake Horton, pleasingly: “Yesterday, they could barely free up a hospital room, and several families with good backgrounds had to wait in line for admission, but it was all thanks to Young Master Jake’s help that Mrs. Olsen got into the VIP ward!”

Jake Horton looked at Keira Olsen and humbly smiled: “My uncle probably wasn’t aware of this, otherwise he would have helped too. I merely did what little I could.”

“Your little contribution has been a huge help to our family!”

Poppy Hill then scorned Keira Olsen: “Even if Mr. Horton knew, he wouldn’t have you in mind. No matter how much you try to please, they only treat you as a plaything, like any Tom, Dick, or Harry…”

Keira Olsen clenched her fists, but didn’t want to argue there, to avoid disturbing Mrs. Olsen’s rest.

Lewis Horton, who had just reached the doorway, overheard all these words.

His expression turned cold, and he glanced at Tom Davis.

Tom Davis understood his boss’s intention instantly and coughed before entering the room: “Mrs. Olsen, I’ve come to convey Mr. Horton’s regards on his behalf. Are you comfortable in this ward?”