Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 69

Clara was thinking about the past and she was a little stunned for a while. She didn't notice that Horace was looking at her with complex expression.

Was she doing this because of what she owed Darren back then?

Horace didn't know how to express his feeling.

Did he show up too late in her life?

The Clara he knew is an independent woman who had been used to deal with everything on her own.

But he didn't know that she used to be just an ordinary student, tortured by the burden of family poverty and the shame of her life. She couldn't even lift her head up back then.

But Darren met her at that time and gave her love and support secretly for the first time.

Horace suddenly raised her hand and grabbed Clara's.

Clara was startled by the warm touch on her hand and looked up at Horace, "Horace, what's wrong with you?"

Horace looked at her with a complex expression, and just whispered, "Nothing. I am just thinking, that I wish I could meet you earlier."

Even if he can't meet her in collage. It could help a lot if he could meet her and save her two years ago when she was at her bottom.

Clara was stunned by Horace's abrupt words, and nodded confusedly, thinking that Horace was still angry. So, she added, "Horace, don't be angry. If what happened yesterday happens to us again, I will definitely rush over and protect you like I did."

When Clara said this, she thought that Horace was still angry, and said it casually since she didn't have any other options

She never expected that such a simple sentence would make Horace stunned.

The next second, his previous angry mood suddenly cheered up.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help bursting into a smile. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Clara, "What you said is true?"

Clara hurriedly nodded her head like crazy.

Looking at the sparkling eyes of the girl before him, Horace couldn't believe that his mood would shift from angry to joy.

Damn.

Was his mood so easily manipulated by this little lady like Clara?

He tried to keep his calm expression. After carefully feeding Clara the chicken soup, he was about to leave, "I'm going back to the company. You can rest in the ward."

He turned around and wanted to leave, but Clara suddenly grabbed the corner of her shirt.

Horace froze for a moment, then turned around, "What's wrong?"

"Well... I don't want to be hospitalized." Clara looked at him pitifully. "I always hate being in hospital. Look at me. I'm so injured. There's no need to stay here. Can I go home?"

Horace frowned, "It's better to be hospitalized. What if your wound gets infected? What if that person smeared some bacteria or virus on the dagger?"

Clara was stunned.

That man was just an ordinary worker. How could he be so despicable?

She knew that Horace could be persuaded by reason and playing soft to him. She continued to pretend to be pitiful and begged him, "Horace, I'm really fine. With you around, even if I get infected, you can call a doctor for me right away, can't you?"

As expected, Clara noticed Horace's brows relaxed. She quickly said again, "And look, the medical resources was so tense now. I am quite okay now. It's inhumane for me to take a ward."

Horace looked at the little lady in front of him trying everything to persuade him. He finally agreed, "Okay, I'll take you home first, and I will go to the company then."

Clara cheered secretly, watching Horace let Isaac go to deal with the discharge procedures for her. Then she soon sat in Horace's black Bentley.

On the way home, Clara suddenly thought of something, "By the way, Horace, the man who stab me, what happened to him then?"

"I've already sent a lawyer." Thinking of that person, Horace's expression turned cold again, "Don't worry, I won't let him go."

If it wasn't for the idiot Darren who got the police involved in this so quickly, the man would have paid more for what he had done.

Clara frowned. "Horace, just teach him a lesson. That would be enough."

Horace looked at Clara. "He hurt you so bad, aren't you angry?"

"I'm." Clara said. "But after all, they are also a group of poor people. They put down everything in their hometown and came to the big city. They work hard, but they didn't get paid. That's why they come to revenge. Of course, they do it the wrong way. But the factory behind them is the head of all these. Just give him a small punishment and let him know he's wrong."

Horace looked at Clara, neither agreed nor refused, but said, "I see. We are home. Go back and take a rest."

Only then did Clara realize that just as they were talking, the car had already arrived at the villa. She then got out of the car.

After Clara got out of the car, Isaac in the passenger seat turned around, "Mr. Kirkland, what should I do with the man that hurt Ms. Kirkland?"

"Let the lawyer bail him out and kick his ass after he comes out." Horace said coldly.

It would be such a favor for sending someone who hurt his wife to the police.

Isaac was not surprised to hear Horace's answer. He nodded, not expecting that Horace spoke again.

"After that, you can let him go. By the way, go to the top management of the factory, find evidence of their corruption, use their private property to pay off the factory's debts as well as the workers' wages."

Isaac froze for a moment and looked at Horace in disbelief.

When did Mr. Kirkland become so considerate? He even worried about the wages of those workers?

Horace ignored him. He just watched Clara walk to the door of the villa by the car window. She finally walked in with Martha's panic support.

Based on his personality, he certainly didn't like to mind other business.

But if it was Clara's request, he had to reconsider his decision.

That man hurt Clara, and of course he had to pay for what he had done. But meanwhile, since Clara sympathized with those workers, he was willing to do what she wanted and help those workers.

As long as she wanted to, he would help her do it.

...

At the Kirkland family's old mansion.

Darren was calculating the sales of this issue of the magazine. But no matter how many times he recalculated it, the numbers just don't add up. He eventually pushed the laptop in front of him irritably and leaned back on the chair.

Damn.

For days, since Clara got hurt for him, he had been irritated.

Whatever he was doing, he could see Clara's worried face as she ran towards him in his mind.

He thought that she was no longer the Clara he once knew, but she saved him.

If she was really a selfish gold digger who can give up everything for money, why would she stand up for him at such a dangerous moment?

Or could it be that he has misunderstood something for the past two years?

Darren just felt very agitated.

The thought that he might have misunderstood Clara made him a little excited, but he also felt that it was impossible.

Thinking over and over again, he finally picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, it's me." The phone was picked up, and Darren said coldly, "I want you to help me investigate one thing. Thorough investigation. I want the truth."