My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ - Chapter 262

Chapter 262 – Something’s Wrong

Something’s Wrong

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Uncle Olsen’s face was etched with urgency as he rushed upstairs to the hospital room without pause.

Mrs. Olsen never asked for his help.

The last time she did, it was because her daughter was in trouble.

And now she was asking for help again… something must have gone wrong again!

He had been frequently sending her messages and calling her, but Mrs. Olsen hadn’t replied or answered. Was the killer who murdered Keira back to kill her too?

This thought accelerated Uncle Olsen’s pace even more.

He pushed open the doors to the hospital room with both hands and just as he was about to enter, he saw Taylor blocking the doorway.

Uncle Olsen stopped in his tracks.

Taylor slowly said, “Sam, what brings you here?”

Uncle Olsen asked anxiously, “Where is Mrs. Olsen?”

Taylor coughed before responding, “She’s taking a shower.”

Uncle Olsen was taken aback.

Taylor then showed an embarrassed expression. “Shirley has been sick for a long time and hasn’t bathed in days. She just woke up and is now taking a shower. It’s not convenient for you to enter…”

Uncle Olsen’s gaze fell upon the VIP room’s bathroom.

Through a frosted glass door, the sound of running water could faintly be heard.

He couldn’t see inside the bathroom.

Mrs. Olsen, in disarray, had her hospital gown torn to shreds. Her mouth was stuffed, and her wrists and ankles were bound, making it impossible for her to move.

Hot water poured down, soaking her entire body.

She tried to emit faint cries for help, but they were drowned out by the sound of the water.

Outside, Uncle Olsen hastily withdrew his gaze, but something felt off. “She just sent me a message asking for my help.”

Taylor nodded. “Right, we sent the message to you together.”

He pointed outside.

Uncle Olsen took a step back.

After Taylor stepped out and closed the door, he looked straight at Uncle Olsen. “You and Shirley had agreed to never see each other again. The last meeting was already a violation of that agreement. Shirley has just lost her daughter, and she’s not in a good state of mind. She asked me to tell you, can you please go back to Clance immediately and never come to Oceanion again?”

Uncle Olsen was stunned by these words.

He instinctively looked toward the hospital room again.

Taylor, however, blocked his way once more, “Sam, this is her only wish and request now. She hopes you won’t stay to revel in her misery.”

Uncle Olsen clenched his jaw tight, gripping his fists.

Taylor continued. “You just promised her that you would agree to any request. Sam, are you going back on your word?”

Uncle Olsen immediately looked at him. “You saw the messages between me and Mrs. Olsen?”

Taylor said, “I’ve been married to her for 22 years, and our relationship is deep-seated. We have no secrets between us. Sam, please don’t disturb our lives.”

Please don’t disturb her life.

This was indeed always Mrs. Olsen’s request of him.

More than 22 years.

He knew she was in Oceanion yet never set foot here, fearing it would make her uncomfortable…

Even to know if she was doing well, he had to ask Lewis to check for him.

Uncle Olsen felt Mrs. Olsen was truly heartless…

But she had always been this way.

He hadn’t changed.

Thinking of this, Uncle Olsen took two steps back and forced a bitter smile, his voice tinged with a hint of loss. “Alright, I’ll leave this place. If Mrs. Olsen needs any further assistance, feel free to ask.”

Taylor nodded. “Thank you, Sam, for your care. Now that Keira has met with misfortune, Shirley is extremely worn out. As long as you don’t come to disturb her peaceful life again, my wife and I will be satisfied…”

My wife…

Uncle Olsen felt as if an arrow had pierced through his heart once more. He managed a faint smile, nodded, and turned to leave.

Watching him leave, Taylor revealed a meaningful smile. Only then did he go back inside, locking the door behind him.

Next, he walked to the bathroom door, pushed it open, and turned off the tap. He took a bath towel from the side and began drying Mrs. Olsen’s hair. “Shirley, make sure you’re dried off thoroughly. Don’t catch a cold…”

His voice was as gentle as it had always been, yet Mrs. Olsen shivered intensely!

Taylor carried her out of the bathroom and then placed her on the hospital bed, removing her damp nightgown and tossing it into the nearby trash can. After drying her off with a bath towel, he noticed the startling whip marks on the pristine skin of Mrs. Olsen’s back.

He immediately took out the ointment and gently started to apply it on her. He said tenderly, “Shirley, does it hurt? Let me blow on it, and it won’t hurt anymore…”

Mrs. Olsen closed her eyes in pain, and the cloth that had been in her mouth was removed. She asked in a low voice, “Taylor, why don’t you just kill me.”

“How could I bear to kill you when I love you so much! Shirley, everything I do is to prevent you from leaving me…”

Taylor meticulously treated the wounds on her back and then took out her regular clothes. “Shirley, I’m taking you home. It’s inconvenient here at the hospital with so many people around…”

Mrs. Olsen’s eyes suddenly lit up. If she could leave the ward…

Just as she thought about this, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her arm! Mrs. Olsen turned her head and saw a syringe there, then felt her body go limp and fell into Taylor’s embrace.

“What have you… done to me…”

Her tongue felt heavy, too weak to force the words out.

Taylor smiled. “Shirley, this is a muscle relaxant. It’ll help you relax so you can be a good girl and listen to me…”

Mrs. Olsen’s pupils constricted. She watched helplessly as he dressed her like a puppet on strings and then picked her up and strode out of the room.

A nurse saw them and immediately asked, “Mr. Olsen, what’s wrong?”

Taylor sighed. “Shirley just woke up and said she wanted to go home. She doesn’t want to stay here, so I’m taking her back…”

The nurse nodded. “Mr. Olsen, your love for Mrs. Olsen is so deep. Mrs. Olsen, you should cheer up. If something were to happen to you, what would Mr. Olsen do? You have no idea, last time when you fainted and almost didn’t wake up, Mr. Olsen stayed by your side without eating or drinking. He moved everyone in the hospital!”

After that, she looked at Taylor. “Mr. Olsen, you must also take care of yourself.”

Taylor nodded gently. “Don’t worry, I won’t be so foolish. I need to take care of Shirley, so we can grow old together…”

Listening to these words, Mrs. Olsen suddenly understood something. The feelings Taylor had for her over the years might be real, and that was why he managed to deceive everyone so well!

He didn’t only fool the outsiders, but even she had failed to see through the darkness in his heart! So how could anyone suspect that he was the murderer of Keira?

All she could do was watch in dismay as Taylor carried her downstairs and into the car. Nobody noticed, but in the parking lot, Uncle Olsen frowned as he watched them leave.

After a while, Uncle Olsen opened WhatsApp and found his young friend. “Little friend, something doesn’t feel right about Mrs. Olsen! Can you please pay her another visit?”