My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ - Chapter 273

Chapter 273 Your Wife Isn’t Dead
The words weren’t finished when suddenly, from the rooftop of the next villa, the sound of a helicopter starting up was heard.

….
Through the window, Keira watched helplessly as a helicopter suddenly took off.

Her vision was very good, so she saw Jodie and Aunt South bound hand and foot by two men, lying inside the helicopter.

Jodie seemed to notice Keira. Her face was pressed against the glass, and her mouth opened and closed, seemingly trying to say something…

Uncle Olsen had already rushed over, but he could only stand there, watching as the helicopter quickly flew away, with everyone watching it helplessly.

But Uncle Olsen didn’t give up. He immediately got into his car and chased after the helicopter.

Keira was weak now and not as robust as before, so she didn’t chase after them. She turned to look at Taylor.

In his face, she saw deep concern.

Not until the plane vanished on the horizon did Taylor seem unable to bear it any longer, and again, a mouthful of black blood spurted out!

Keira asked him once more. “Taylor, who are they exactly? How am I to save my mom?”

Taylor was already extremely weak.

If it weren’t for the last gasp of breath, he should have been dead.

His mouth opened and closed as he tightly grasped Keira’s hand, bitterly spitting out, “It was you, Keera, it was you who recognized Keira that brought them to me. They sought my partnership and killed Keira! And it was you, you had to see your mom, which led them to abduct Shirley! ”

He coughed up blood in great gushes, his emotions running high, his gaze at Keira now filled with hatred.

“Having been taken by them, why did you have to come back? Why did you bring them back…”

“Shirley and Keira were so happy! Why did you have to destroy this peaceful life? Shirley barely managed to escape back then, and now she’s been captured again…”

Suddenly, he seemed to lose all strength, collapsing onto the ground. “It was my fault! I thought by killing you and Keira, they would give up on Shirley. I was terribly wrong!”

Blood flowed from his mouth, slurring his words, but Keira still made out what he said.

“Keera, you’re so weak and useless. Why is it that you of all people survived? What use are you? If it were Keira, she might have had the strength to save Shirley…”

Keira didn’t bother with his hatred. She knelt on one knee to get closer to him, her voice cold and firm. “I am Keira.”

As these words came out, Taylor’s eyes, already losing their sparkle, seemed to focus once more.

He probably couldn’t see clearly anymore, but he tried hard to look in Keira’s direction, bewildered. “You’re Keira?”

Keira got closer to him, whispering in his ear. “Yes, the one who died was Keera. Tell me, who are they… How do I save my mom?!”

Taylor seemed to see hope. He fumbled to grab her hand. “Keira, it’s really you… it’s actually you… Shirley can be saved…”

He shed tears of blood, struggling to pass on what he knew to her. “They are the South family. I don’t know where they are. I only know that Shirley has always been trying to escape from them. When Shirley and I came to Oceanion, it was to avoid them… Keera was barely born when she was snatched by those people, and then Shirley gave birth to you…

“Keira, I’ve wronged you. I switched you and Isla, indeed out of jealousy, not wanting Shirley to raise someone else’s child, but also to protect Shirley! You and Keera looked too much alike. I feared you would!”

“These years, they seem to not know that Shirley and you were in Oceanion. It was Keera who led them here…

“Keira, now that they know about you and Shirley, the moment you show your face, disaster is sure to follow! Only the worthless, a complete waste like Keera was allowed to live…

“Keera knew them, they… seemed to be in contact with Keera… you… should still pretend to be Keera… they’ll come for you… follow the lead… and save Shirley…”

Taylor’s voice trailed off, his consciousness seemingly dissipating. By now, his hand had fallen to the ground.

He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling.

There was no light left in his eyes.

His life had reached its end.

In his last moments, he whispered to himself, “Shirley… did you… ever… love me?”

He seemed to see the girl who had dazzled his younger self appear once more…

She smiled as she walked toward him, then turned and left.

He reached out, trying to grasp her.

But in the end, he caught nothing.

Taylor was dead.

It was a suicide. After Keira called the police, she didn’t get involved further.

She went out to find Uncle Olsen.

Uncle Olsen’s reply was that the helicopter had vanished over the vast sea, and even though he chased after it with a yacht, it was too late.

In the end, no one knew where the helicopter had flown to.

Uncle Olsen returned to the capital overnight, ready to mobilize all his resources to investigate Jodie’s whereabouts.

But Keira knew they would find nothing.

Just like last time, with “their” cooperation, Taylor had kidnapped her and Keera, and up to now, there had been no clues at all.

They were members of the South family.

Mrs. Olsen’s maiden name was South, and so was Keera’s.

Jodie hadn’t returned to her maternal home in over twenty years; Keera’s adoptive parents had also passed away long ago. Keira didn’t understand what exactly had happened; she only felt that there was a dense fog blocking her view and obscuring her direction.

Taylor was a dying man, and she believed he told the truth.

“Keira” was in danger, but “Keera” was allowed to live…

For the time being, she could only act as “Keera,” slowly putting the pieces together and drawing out the people behind the scenes.

It was deep into the night, but Keira’s gaze was resolute.

Jodie was the person she cared about most in her life. She had to rescue her mother no matter what!

Just as she returned to the hotel downstairs, her phone vibrated. She took it out and saw that it was a WhatsApp message from Howard. “Where are you? It’s so late; what are you still doing out? Come back!”

Keira lowered her cold eyes and replied to the message. “Downstairs, coming up soon.”

It was getting late; Amy should be sleeping soundly by now, right?

But she didn’t know that upstairs, in her room, there was no Amy, only two men.

One was Howard, while the other, enveloped in an air of luxury and aloofness with a worn-out demeanor, was Lewis.

At that moment, Lewis’s eyes were shining. “Where exactly is Keira?”

Howard smiled ingratiatingly. “Downstairs. She’ll be here any moment, Mr. Horton. You won’t be disappointed!”

Following that statement, there was a beep at the door, and Keira walked in.