My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 731

Jake looked at the message on his phone and understood immediately.

Lewis had been keeping tabs on them for a while, just waiting for his grandmother to pass before dealing with each of them one by one.

A chill ran down Jake's spine for a moment, but he felt a sense of relief wash over him. He was thankful he'd finally wised up in the past few months and stopped going against his uncle.

Jake quickly replied, “Thank you, Uncle,” and pulled up the location Lewis had sent him.

He then drove with Oliver to the given address.

…

Oliver was in denial until the very end. Following Lewis's directions, they arrived at the address and saw the car parked out front.

The second they stopped, Oliver bolted out of the car and rushed to the door, bursting inside without hesitation.

Through a large window, Jake stood watching as Oliver stormed in, seeing the shocked and panicked expressions on Marisa and the driver's faces and how Selena took a frightened step back.

He saw Oliver grab Marisa by the arm, violently yanking her toward the door in a fit of rage.

He was screaming, red-faced, and desperate, but somehow, he didn't seem threatening anymore.

The man who had once terrified Jake as a child, the father who seemed so untouchable, was gone. The man inside that house now was small and pitiful.

Jake found himself laughing softly. He couldn't understand what he had been so afraid of all those years.

With a quiet chuckle, Jake turned away and walked off.

He didn't look back.

That man wasn't worth looking back for.

Two days later, Jake received another message about his father.

Oliver was dead.

The driver had accidentally killed him during a scuffle, and Marisa and Selena had helped bury the body in the basement.

All three were arrested.

When news of Oliver's death reached the Horton family, Jake was stunned. Even Melissa was taken aback for a moment.

Lewis's assistant, Tom, handled Oliver's funeral arrangements, eventually handing over the ashes to Jake and Melissa.

After a brief discussion, they decided. Since Oliver had hated being confined to the family home so much, it seemed only fitting to set him free.

They scattered his ashes into the ocean, letting him go where the wind would take him.

Oliver Horton's story had finally ended.

“So, does your mom still need to move back into the main house now that she's technically still part of the family?” In the Horton residence.

Lewis asked Jake after hearing what he had done with the ashes.

Jake shook his head. “No, we're fine staying where we are.”

The concept of the Horton family's divisions had ceased to exist. The house and everything in it now belonged to Lewis. Jake saw no need for him and his mother to return. It would only force them to face people they had wronged, and living there wouldn't feel right.

Lewis gave a nod in response.

Without saying anything more, Jake turned to leave, but before he could take another step, a frail voice rang out behind him. “How could you treat your father like that?! You ungrateful brat! No altar for him, no remembrance—he'll be forgotten!”