# Chapter 705: The Storm Before Quiet
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 705 of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews." And oh, what a chapter this is—full of family blood, sharp tongues, and a cold war that’s about to boil over. So sit back, grab a cup of tea, and let’s dive right into the heartfelt and nerve-wracking moments of this story.
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The atmosphere in the Horton family home had already turned icy, but when Selena let those poisonous words slip out, the temperature plummeted further. Lewis’s face darkened like a thundercloud about to unleash its fury. But Keira? Keira simply let out a small laugh. Oh, so this is how they were going to treat her today? As if she needed anyone’s approval to be the woman standing by her husband’s side?
Before the tension could snap in half, Old Mrs. Horton frowned and snapped with that iron authority only she could wield. “I was wondering why you were acting so kind, and now I see,” she said, her voice cutting like a worn blade. “Selena, let me tell you something: a bastard child will always be a bastard child. Don’t think you can just take over what's not yours. I may not be Jake's biggest fan, but at least he’s my legitimate great-grandson. And you? I haven't even acknowledged you!”
Those words hit Selena like a slap. Her face went pale, all composure crumbling as anger sputtered behind her eyes. But Old Mrs. Horton wasn’t done. She waved a hand dismissively, like she were shooing away a stray fly. “I'm tired. You can leave.”
Selena breathed deep, clearly dying to give a retort. But before she could, Keira stepped forward with a cold smile that said more than a thousand threats. “Are you walking out on your own, or do I need to throw you out?”
Selena straightened her spine, glaring daggers at Keira. “I’ll go on my own.” She shot Keira one last nasty look, then stormed toward the door. But as she passed Lewis, she just couldn’t help herself. She turned her head and whispered those venomous words: “Uncle Lewis, Eve didn’t marry Jake. She’s still in love with you. Maybe you should think about that...”
Lewis’s response was pure ice. “Get out.”
Two words. Cold enough to freeze fire itself. Selena flinched—yes, actually flinched—before she rushed out of the house like a fox chased by hounds.
Old Mrs. Horton, who had overheard the whole exchange, turned and smiled the moment she spotted Lewis and Keira standing together. “Oh, you two are back,” she said, her voice softening like warm honey.
“Yeah,” Lewis replied quietly.
Keira walked over, a gentle smile on her face, and handed the old lady an apple. But Old Mrs. Horton tilted her head, eyes twinkling with mischief, and pointed at the watermelon on the table. “I’d rather have some of that.” Keira chuckled softly, shaking her head at the old lady’s stubborn sweetness.
There was something bittersweet in the air now. The doctors had already said there was no point in restricting her diet anymore—her days were numbered, and everyone knew it. So Keira didn’t argue. She simply fed her a piece of watermelon, watching as the old woman’s eyes crinkled with joy.
Old Mrs. Horton smiled after taking a bite, delight glowing in her tired eyes. “It’s always sweeter when you feed me!” Then her expression soured. “That Selena, though—ugh, she makes me sick! Trying to stir up trouble like that. Doesn’t she know who she’s messing with?”
She took Keira’s hand and motioned for Lewis to come closer. Lewis stepped forward, his brow furrowed in quiet concern. “Grandma?”
Old Mrs. Horton looked at him with a seriousness that made time itself pause. “You two must take care of each other, okay?”
Lewis nodded, his throat tight.
She added, in a softer, almost whispering tone, “Even when I'm gone, don’t be sad, you hear me?”
Lewis’s face fell. His strong, unshakeable composure cracked just a little. “Grandma, don’t talk like that.”
Old Mrs. Horton simply smiled, patting his hand with a fragile tenderness. “It’s going to happen eventually, honey. But with Keira by your side, I can rest easy.” Then she turned to Keira, and her eyes held so much warmth it was almost suffocating. “Keira, my grandson’s had a rough life. He’s a little... difficult sometimes, but I hope you can be patient with him.”
Keira smiled and nodded without hesitation. “Grandma, that’s not fair. My husband is amazing.” She glanced over at Lewis as she spoke, her eyes carrying a truth no one could doubt.
Sure enough, the heaviness in Lewis’s expression softened. He gave her a gentle, loving look—a quiet promise in the chaos of grief and family conflict. Old Mrs. Horton saw their exchange and couldn’t help but grin. She cleared her throat playfully. “You two haven’t had lunch yet, right? Let’s go eat something.”
Keira joked, “Grandma, I didn’t cook today, so it might not taste as good!”
Old Mrs. Horton laughed, the sound bright despite everything. “You've spoiled me! My taste buds are used to your cooking now.”
“I’ll make you something special tonight!” Keira promised.
After a cheerful meal that felt fragile, like a bubble about to pop, Old Mrs. Horton went to take a nap. Keira and Lewis were about to take care of some things when Oliver came storming in, his face red as a boiling kettle. The moment he saw Lewis, he opened his mouth to speak, but Lewis cut him off. “If you’ve got something to say, let’s talk outside.”
Oliver glanced at Old Mrs. Horton’s room, then turned and walked out. Keira followed behind them, sensing something was off. Her instincts were spot on.
The second they stepped outside, Oliver exploded. “Was it you? Did you tell Grandma to kick Selena out? Don’t forget, she’s not just your grandma, she’s mine too!”
Lewis looked at him with that unreadable stare. “And?”
“And starting tomorrow, Selena and Marisa are going to be checking in on Grandma morning and night.”
Lewis’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing like a wolf spotting a threat. Back when Jake and Melissa were still around, at least Melissa had some dignity and stopped visiting after Grandma had snubbed her a few times. But Marisa and Selena? They had no shame, rolling over every sliver of rejection like it was nothing. No wonder Oliver was completely under their control.
Lewis looked down for a moment, then raised his head with cold finality. “Grandma likes her peace and quiet.”
“That's just an excuse!” Oliver sneered, his voice rising with resentment. “If she likes quiet so much, why does she let you and Keira in to bother her?”
Then he paused, noticing Erin standing nearby, clearly eavesdropping. His face tuned red with anger. “And why’s there some random outsider living here?”
Erin blinked innocently and didn’t look guilty at all. Instead, she grinned, cracked open a pistachio, and waved at Oliver like he was a grumpy neighbor. “I like it here. So what?”
Oliver’s face went even redder, veins pulsing at his temples. He turned back to Lewis, his voice rising like a wave about to crash. “You may run this house, but that doesn’t mean you get to treat me like this! I'm telling you, if you don’t agree to let my people see Grandma, I'll make a scene!”
He stepped closer, eyes blazing with reckless fury. “Grandma’s not just yours. If you don’t let my people in, I'll start yelling right here and now. You think Grandma will be able to rest with all that noise?”
Lewis’s face hardened. Stone. Metal. Unmoveable.
Oliver smirked, turning back toward the house with a swagger that stank of false triumph. “So, you're not going to agree? Fine. I'll go wake Grandma up right now and ask her if she ever really wanted me as her grandson!”
The threat hung in the air like a blade. Keira’s heart twisted—not for herself, but for the sheer audacity, the ugliness, all of it.
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Dear readers, what a rollercoaster of emotions this chapter was. We see a dying woman’s heart breaking and hardening at the same time. We see a husband willing to freeze the world to protect the people he loves, and a wife whose calm confidence only makes her stronger. And then there’s Oliver—blinded by manipulation, ready to shatter an old woman’s peace just to win a petty power play.
This chapter gave us family conflict at its rawest, love at its quietest, and a promise that Keira and Lewis will face it all together. The emotional depth here is staggering. We get tenderness and fury in equal measures, and that cliffhanger—what will Lewis do when Oliver actually storms back in? Will Grandma wake up to chaos? Will Selena and Marisa win this round?
⭐️⭐️⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.9 / 5 Stars
Next chapter prediction: Prepare for the storm. Lewis may very well let Oliver make his scene—only to turn it into his own trap. With Keira by his side, there’s no way they’ll let villains like Selena and Marisa take advantage of a dying woman’s kindness. I predict a showdown that will put Oliver firmly in his place, and perhaps reveal just how deep the manipulation goes—maybe even drag Eve’s name back into the fray, testing Lewis’s heart once more.
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