My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！

Chapter 184  Daddy

Ellis heard this and was a bit dumbfounded, "Huh? You're at the hospital entrance? Then I'll come down right away to pick you up..."

After hanging up, he looked toward Lewis and thought to himself, "Lewis, I may have no way to deal with you, but my uncle is coming! Just you wait, after you bullied Mrs. Olsen, you definitely won't get away with it!"

With that thought, he hurried downstairs.

Nobody in the ward noticed that he had left after making the call, except for Isla.

Seeing Ellis leaving, she immediately came to Jake's side and asked, "Jake, did Mr. Olsen just say that an elder from his family is coming?"

Jake was slightly startled. "Did he? I didn't catch that..."

He frowned, his mind full of the words Lewis had said, and his gaze unintentionally fell on Isla's belly. He hesitated before asking, "Is this child really mine?"

Isla's eyes flickered for a moment.

She had of course heard the conversation between Lewis and Jake in the ward. She had thought that Jake trusted her, but unexpectedly, Jake asked her that question.

That was clearly a sign of distrust!

Indeed, on the night she and Jake were together, he was drunk and kept calling her Keira...

At this thought, she clenched her fists tightly.

Isla showed a hurt expression. "Jake, what do you mean by this? You can't possibly be suspecting me, can you?"

Jake frowned even more. He scrutinized her carefully, seeing nothing but sadness on her face, and then said, "Of course I trust you. My uncle said what he did just because he's jealous that he can't have children!"

Isla finally breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "Just now, when Mr. Olsen was on the phone, I heard him mention Uncle Olsen is coming, Uncle Olsen... isn't he the head of the Clance Olsen family?"

Jake was surprised, then shook his head. "That can't be, how could someone of his stature come all the way to Clance just to visit your mother in this hospital..."

Although Mrs. Olsen had some connections in Clance, Jake didn't think they were that significant.

Uncle Olsen, after all, was a big shot in Clance whose smallest actions could shake the entire economic circle. How could he personally visit Mrs. Olsen?

If Mrs. Olsen had such connections, the Olsen family's business would have been booming, and if not surpassing the Horton family, it would at least rank among the top in Oceanion.

Isla thought about it and also felt it was unlikely.

She must have thought too much… right?

But if Mrs. Olsen really had such connections, how could she bear to let her marry Jake? Why not introduce her to a bigwig in Clance?!

At this thought, she looked toward the bed, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.

There were many secrets about Mrs. Olsen that even she didn't know.

Even Mrs. Olsen's connections were tightly concealed; if Isla hadn't threatened her with her life, Mrs. Olsen would never have approached the Horton family, nor would she have managed to bring someone from the Clance Olsen family to support her...

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Isla's lips.

If Mrs. Olsen died just like that, Clance wouldn't know who would come to offer condolences. By then, seeing her as Mrs. Olsen's daughter, those connections might give her extra care, right?

Then Mrs. Olsen's connections would be transferred to her!

With this thought, Isla quickly retracted her malicious gaze.

At that moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Tom walked in with five elderly-looking experts, heading straight for the center of the ward.

When the doctors and nurses couldn't find a cause, the five experts gathered around Mrs. Olsen's bed.

Taylor was forced to move aside.

But he didn't step back. Staying close to the experts, his gaze fixated on the person on the hospital bed, his eyes noticeably red from strain, and though he didn't speak, his extreme nervousness and collapse were evident.

His lips were dry and even cracked a bit.

Ever since Mrs. Olsen's incident, he had gone without food or water, constantly by her side.

Isla walked over, holding his arm. "Dad, go have some water and rest for a while…"

"Back off."

Taylor glared at Isla. There was no shred of emotion in those eyes, which were as cold as if they were looking at a dead person. "Don't even think about making me leave Shirley!"

Isla was taken aback by his reaction and felt a trace of bitterness deep within.

Taylor was her biological father, who had pampered and loved her since she was a child.

For Isla, this was the first time she saw such an alien emotion in his eyes.

A sourness suddenly arose in her heart.

Taylor's kindness to her was only because she was Mrs. Olsen's daughter...

If Dad knew she was Poppy's daughter, perhaps he wouldn't be so kind to her, right?

That was her understanding from childhood, so she kept that secret tightly concealed.

She couldn't help but take a deep breath. "Dad, why don't you sit down first."

However, Taylor ignored her, still staring intently at Mrs. Olsen. "Shirley, you can't leave me, okay? Without you, what's the point of living?"

From that expression, everyone could tell that if Mrs. Olsen really didn't wake up, Taylor would probably kill himself.

Isla's eyes reddened, and she turned her head away.

The doctor beside them also couldn't help but let out a slight sigh.

Keira clenched her fist.

No matter how badly Taylor treated her, his feelings for Mrs. Olsen had always been real from beginning to end...

Unfortunately, throughout the years, there always seemed to be a veil between Mrs. Olsen and him as if a faint gauze was separating his intense love...

Keira always felt that what stood between them was Poppy and herself.

If it weren't for them, Mrs. Olsen and Taylor would probably be a loving couple, right?

As Keira thought this, the specialists from Oceanion had already finished their examination of Mrs. Olsen. They huddled together for a targeted discussion and soon came to a conclusion, giving everyone a reassuring statement. "Mrs. Olsen is not in any life-threatening danger."

These words made Taylor heave a heavy sigh of relief again.

He asked urgently, "Then why doesn't Shirley wake up? "

The doctors looked at each other, "We've also conducted an EEG on her, and there are no problems. As for why Mrs. Olsen hasn't woken up, we discussed it, and it seems that she hasn't rested well for too long. Her body automatically engaged sleep mode to recover her strength and energy as quickly as possible..."

Taylor asked again anxiously, "When will she wake up?"

"At the latest, in three days."

Taylor breathed a sigh of relief. He walked back to his seat and took Mrs. Olsen's hand. "Shirley, you want to sleep well for three days, right? Alright, no problem, I'll stay with you..."

He sat there quietly, no longer speaking.

Keira tensed her jaw.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

Uncle Olsen's car stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

After picking him up, Ellis briskly led him upstairs to the ward.

Scratching his head, he asked, "Uncle Olsen, what exactly is your relationship with Mrs. Olsen? Why have you rushed here in person?"

Uncle Olsen's expression was firm and composed. Nearing fifty, he still looked like a man in his thirties or forties, not showing the typical middle-aged lack of energy but remaining lean and strong.

He was wearing a black cloak, and the entire aura about him was one of coldness.

At hearing this question, those cold, glinting eyes glanced sideways at Ellis.

Ellis immediately stretched out his hand, making a zipping motion over his mouth. "OK, I won't ask what I shouldn't."

Uncle Olsen withdrew his gaze. The man of few words with a resolute look in his eyes continued to focus straight ahead.

He didn't even wait for the elevator and climbed the stairs to the third floor.

Ellis said, "Uncle Olsen, don't rush. The doctor said Mrs. Olsen's life isn't in danger. She's just tired and hasn't woken up yet..."

Uncle Olsen's expression softened slightly, but he didn't stop.

Ellis coughed and joked wryly, "Uncle Olsen, do you recognize all those ladies from Grandma's generation?"

Uncle Olsen replied coldly, "Most of them. Your grandmother took me to many gatherings back in the day. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious. It's just that Lewis came with a photo looking for one of the ladies from Grandma's generation. I was worried I wouldn't recognize her, but if you do, that would be great... Since you're here, you could help him have a look."

Ellis touched his nose.

Uncle Olsen didn't say anything more and quickened his pace.

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Ellis pushed the door and entered.