# Chapter 715: When Memory Fades, Hearts Are Tested
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 715 of "My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire Reviews." This chapter is packed with emotional turbulence—from suspicion and subtle jealousy to a sudden, heart-wrenching crisis that will leave you holding your breath. So sit back, relax, and let's dive into this riveting installment together.
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Let's begin with Oliver, shall we? As he glanced at Marisa, a chill slithered down his spine. It was one of those moments when doubt creeps in uninvited—a whisper of suspicion that refuses to be silenced. If Marisa could perform so flawlessly in front of Grandma, could she be performing around him, too?
But Oliver, being Oliver, quickly dismissed the thought. After all, you can fake an act for a day, a month, maybe even a year—but twenty-five years? That was a stretch. Marisa had been by his side for a quarter of a century, and Selena was already twenty-three. Surely, no one could sustain a lie for that long without cracking.
"What am I even thinking?" he muttered to himself.
Besides, Oliver reasoned, he wasn't going to end up empty-handed. He was standing on solid ground. Even when Grandma eventually passed, her estate would be divided evenly. And just one percent of Horton Group's shares? That alone was worth hundreds of millions—if not billions—of dollars. With that reassuring thought anchoring him, Oliver quietly slipped out of the room.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in the house, Keira and Jake were deep in discussion about the company's future. Jake, ever the diligent one, had even prepared a PowerPoint presentation—he looked like he was back in college, radiating the same earnest seriousness that had always defined him.
Keira couldn't help but smile at the sight.
But from the corner of his eye, Lewis noticed that smile. And his gaze darkened, just a little.
Nearby, Marisa and Selena were busily peeling grapes for old Mrs. Horton—incredibly meticulous, removing every bit of skin and every seed before placing the perfect green orbs into the old woman's waiting mouth. Old Mrs. Horton, for her part, was thoroughly relishing every moment of being pampered.
And then, as if on cue, Lewis rose. He picked up a glass of water, walked over to Keira, and interrupted the conversation with a simple, "Have some water."
Keira took the glass, took a sip, and handed it back.
Lewis then sat down—right beside her. Unusually close. So close that when he leaned in to examine Jake's presentation, Keira felt a tickle near her ear. She turned her head, and her cheek brushed against Lewis's face. That's when she realized just how intimate their proximity had become.
She tried to shift away, but Lewis's arm slid around her waist, pulling her back to him with subtle, silent possessiveness.
Keira shot him a look, but she didn't say a word.
Jake caught the interaction. A bitter smile flickered across his face before he composed himself and raised his head. "Aunt Keira, what do you think of this proposal?"
The title change—"Aunt Keira"—clearly pleased Lewis.
Before Keira could even answer, Lewis pointed at several spots on the presentation. "Here, here, and here. These three areas..."
And with just a few succinct, razor-sharp words, Lewis dismantled the flaws Jake had missed entirely.
Jake was stunned. An epiphany hit him like a wave. In the past, he had harbored a quiet resentment, convinced that his uncle only held the chairmanship of Horton Group because of old Mrs. Horton's favoritism and his seniority. After all, Lewis had never worked a single entry-level job. He only handled the big-picture decisions.
That big picture? Jake had always thought he could tackle it himself.
But now, in this very moment, he understood the vast, yawning chasm between them. Despite only being three or four years apart in age, the difference in experience, vision, and business instinct was like night and day.
Respect bloomed in Jake's heart—deep and genuine.
Still, even with Lewis's guidance, parts of the presentation remained murky to Jake. Noticing his confusion, Keira chimed in, explaining each complex point with patient clarity, helping him piece the puzzle together.
Watching the two of them work in perfect sync—Lewis with his incisive intellect, Keira with her gentle, illuminating explanations—Jake suddenly felt as though he was in the presence of the moon and the sun. Their brilliance was so overwhelming that everyone around them seemed dim in comparison.
Jake listened even more intently. His attitude grew humbler with every passing moment.
By the time the discussion wrapped up, Jake—who had entered the room with only a vague grasp of the company's direction—now had a crystal-clear vision. He stood, his voice carrying a newfound respect. "Uncle Lewis, Aunt Keira, thank you. I know exactly what I need to do now!"
Lewis nodded, clearly pleased. "Good. If you have any more questions, don't hesitate to ask."
Jake nodded gratefully and left.
Once he was gone, Lewis let out a light cough and muttered, almost dismissively, "Jake's talent is pretty average."
Keira immediately laughed. "He's already doing well for an ordinary person. Not everyone can be like you."
Lewis reached over and ruffled her hair, his voice softening. "I think you and I are the same."
Keira didn't respond.
She had noticed something about herself for a while now—she wasn't quite like most people. She seemed a little too smart. Everything she encountered, she picked up at lightning speed. Nothing slipped from her memory. And physically? She was stronger than most. The only flaw was her occasional iron deficiency.
Thinking about it, she glanced over at Erin, who was lounging nearby, casually snacking on pistachios while watching cartoons. Were all the South members like this?
Probably not.
Keira shook her head, pushing the thought aside, and turned her attention back to old Mrs. Horton.
Marisa and Selena were still working tirelessly to keep the old woman entertained, and the room was filled with the sound of old Mrs. Horton's delighted laughter. Keira couldn't help but smile at the warmth of the scene.
But then—without warning—the laughter froze.
Old Mrs. Horton's face went blank, and her body collapsed onto the table.
"Grandma!" Keira shot to her feet, her cry sharp and piercing.
The shout startled Lewis, who turned just in time to see the horrifying sight.
Marisa and Selena were stunned, their faces paling.
"Mrs. Horton! Mrs. Horton!" they cried out in unison.
Keira and Lewis rushed over, but before anyone could react, Lewis pushed Marisa and Selena aside. His hands trembled as he reached out, his fingers hovering over his grandmother's face, terrified of what he might find.
He hesitated.
Fear crept into his eyes, raw and naked. His fingers shook uncontrollably as he reached out to check if she was still breathing. His eyes reddened as he fought desperately to hold back the tears that threatened to spill.
Everything around him seemed to blur into a haze of panic.
And then—a steadying voice cut through the chaos. "She's okay."
Lewis snapped back to reality. He turned to see Keira holding old Mrs. Horton's wrist, her fingers pressed against the old woman's pulse. She had sensed it immediately and spoken up to ease his terror.
Lewis let out a shuddering breath. He finally dared to place his hand beneath his grandmother's nose. Feeling the faint, steady breath, the tension in his shoulders finally eased.
Keira spoke again, her voice calm and clinical. "She just fainted. It's normal. She's too weak right now."
She withdrew her hand.
Without a word, Lewis gently lifted his grandmother into his arms, cradling her frail body as if she were made of glass, and carried her to the bedroom. Kneeling by her bedside, he pressed her thin, fragile hand against his face, his eyes squeezed shut.
Keira said nothing. She simply stood by his side in silent support.
Marisa and Selena didn't dare leave either. They lingered nearby, their faces etched with worry. Soon, Oliver and Nathan rushed in after hearing the news.
Oliver kept his composure, his face carefully neutral. But Nathan? Nathan's eyes were red as he looked at his aging mother, his pain visible despite his attempts to mask it.
After what felt like an eternity, old Mrs. Horton finally opened her eyes.
Lewis was instantly by her side, his voice soft, almost pleading. "Grandma."
Old Mrs. Horton smiled, her gaze unfocused. "Did I fall asleep?"
Her eyes wandered around the room, taking in each face, as if searching for something familiar.
"You did," Lewis replied gently.
"That's good, that's good." She reached out, her fingertips finding his cheek. "Don't cry. Mom's still here. Everything's fine."
Lewis's expression froze.
She spoke again, turning slightly. "Nathan, I'll always be here with you."
Lewis stiffened once more.
Keira glanced at him, taken aback, about to offer some comfort—but before she could, Oliver perked up, nudging Nathan excitedly. "Dad, Grandma's calling you!"
Nathan was just as shocked. He practically pushed Lewis aside, rushing to the old lady's side. "Mom, I'm right here!"
Old Mrs. Horton smiled sweetly. "Oh, you're not Nathan. You're his grandfather, right?"
Silence.
Nathan was, in fact, old enough to be Lewis's grandfather.
Nathan's face stiffened in disbelief.
"Wait, Nathan... why do you look so old?" she continued innocently.
Nathan forced an awkward chuckle. "Well, yeah, Mom. I'm in my sixties now. It'd be weird if I didn't look old. You're over eighty yourself!"
"Eighty?" Old Mrs. Horton gasped, genuinely shocked. "I thought I was only thirty!"
She frowned, then turned her gaze to Lewis, studying him with curious, unfamiliar eyes. "And who are you? Whose child are you? You're quite the looker!"
Lewis's eyes reddened even more, the pain of being forgotten cutting deeper than any blade.
Old Mrs. Horton had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's before. Her biggest struggle had always been forgetting the people she loved. But hadn't she taken Nora's medication, which was supposed to help her condition?
Confused, Lewis glanced at Keira, desperate for answers.
Keira's heart sank.
She stepped forward to check old Mrs. Horton's condition, gently lifting the elderly woman's eyelids to examine her pupils.
But Oliver stepped forward, exchanging a meaningful glance with Nathan before speaking. "What are you doing? She's so old now, just let her be."
Nathan nodded, adding with false sincerity, "Yeah, she's lived this long. Let's not drag this out. It's better to just let her go in peace."
And there it was—the ugly truth beneath their concern. If old Mrs. Horton only remembered Nathan, that would be a golden opportunity to secure the shares for the first branch.
Nathan and Oliver pushed Keira aside.
Keira frowned in frustration, but Lewis supported her, quietly asking, his voice strained, "What's wrong with Grandma?"
Keira looked at old Mrs. Horton. The elderly woman gazed back at her, her eyes eerily calm, deep like an ancient well.
After a long pause, Keira finally said the words Lewis had been dreading, "The medications stopped working."
Disappointment crashed over Lewis's face. "Is there any way to treat her?"
Keira sighed, her voice heavy. "She's got about two weeks left. If you want to treat her, it'll involve painful injections."
Lewis's eyes welled up with tears. Without hesitation, he said, "Then don't treat her."
Keira nodded solemnly.
Nathan's expression brightened, barely containing his glee.
Lewis tried to step closer to his grandmother, desperate to hold onto her one more time. But old Mrs. Horton spoke again, her voice kind but distant, "Dear, why are you in my house? You should go home now. Don't stay here!"
Lewis froze, rooted to the spot, his heart shattering into a thousand pieces.
Oliver seized the moment, turning to him with false concern. "Lewis, Grandma doesn't recognize you. She's asking you to leave. Let us handle this—we'll take care of her."
Lewis looked at his grandmother, hoping for a glimmer of recognition. But old Mrs. Horton just smiled kindly at Oliver, her voice warm and welcoming. "Are you Nathan's son? So, you're my grandson?"
Oliver's face lit up with a grin that was far too wide. "Yes, Grandma, I'm your grandson."
She nodded, patting his hand. "Good boy, good boy... come closer, let Grandma have a good look at you."
Oliver stepped forward, basking in the old woman's favor.
Nathan chuckled, then turned to Lewis, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Why are you still here? Do you really want to upset her in her final days? Get out already!"
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Dear readers, what a gut-wrenching chapter this was! There's something profoundly devastating about seeing a loved one lose their memory, especially when you're the one they forget. The contrast between Lewis's raw, soul-crushing love for his grandmother and Nathan and Oliver's shameless manipulation is absolutely infuriating to witness. You can feel Lewis's heart breaking in real time—the way he froze, the way his eyes reddened, the way he had to stand there and watch his grandmother smile at people who don't deserve her affection.
Keira's quiet, steady presence in this storm is a reminder of the strength she has. She knows the truth—that treatment exists, that those two weeks of painful injections could give them a chance—but she respects Lewis's choice to spare his grandmother any suffering. It's a heartbreaking decision, but one made out of love.
And the way Nathan and Oliver leapt at this opportunity to squeeze Lewis out? Disgusting. Watching them play the loving family act while actively scheming to secure the inheritance? It makes your blood boil.
This chapter is a powerful exploration of love, memory, and the ugliness that greed can breed within families. For the emotional depth and character development alone, I'm giving this chapter a solid ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars.
Next Chapter Prediction: With old Mrs. Horton's memory slipping away and Lewis being pushed out by Nathan and Oliver, a storm is brewing. But you can bet that Keira won't stand by and watch her husband be shut out so easily. In the next chapter, I predict Keira will uncover something about the medication—or perhaps find a way to help old Mrs. Horton regain her memory, even if only temporarily. The ugly battle for the Horton Group inheritance is about to get even more intense, and Lewis will need to decide how far he's willing to fight for the grandmother who raised him.
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