Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 274

He panicked, "What's wrong, Clara? Don't cry. Tell me what happened."

"Horace, my mother... she... she..." Clara was so sad that she almost couldn't speak.

"Honey, don't worry. Take your time." Although he was very anxious, he still guided Clara slowly. "What happened to mom?"

"My mother was diagnosed with leukemia." After saying that in one breath, Clara burst into tears again. "What should I do, Horace? I... what should I do now?"

A few days ago, she just knew that she was not Glenn's biological daughter. Now her only family in the world was Helena. Why was God so cruel to her? Why was her mom diagnosed with leukemia?

Now she couldn't think of anyone else to talk about it except Horace. Although she was still angry with him this morning, it was not until now that Clara realized how much she relied on him and how much she wanted to see him now. Besides Helena, he was her most beloved person in the world.

Hearing what Clara said, Horace was also shocked. How could it be! "Honey, don't worry. Tell me where you are now. I'll be right there."

"Well, I... I'm in the hospital now. Horace, come here quickly, okay?"

"Okay, okay. Don't cry. It's okay. I'll be there soon," Horace soothed her. "Then I'll hang up now. Stay there and wait for me."

Hearing that Clara sobbed and replied "Okay", he hung up the phone.

Standing up, Horace said to Russell anxiously, "Grandpa, I have to go to the hospital now. I will come to see you again when I have time."

"What happened? Why did Clara cry like that on the phone?" Russell also heard Clara crying on the phone.

"Clara's mother was diagnosed with leukemia. She didn't know what to do for a while," Horace's face was full of worry. "I have to go to see her now."

"How could Helena suffer from leukemia?" Hearing this, Russell was also shocked. "Is it serious? What did the doctor say?"

"I don't know, but Clara cried so hard on the phone that she didn't make it clear."

"What a poor girl! She just suffered that kind of thing, and now she is told that her mother has this kind of disease." Russell's face was also full of sadness. He quickly waved his hand to Horace, "Then you should go now. I don't know how flustered she is now alone."

"Okay, I'm leaving now, Grandpa." After saying that, he strode out of the door, followed by Isaac immediately.

"Wait a minute," Russell seemed to think of something and stopped Horace who had arrived at the door.

"Grandpa, is there anything else?"

Looking at Horace with some embarrassment, Russell said to Isaac, "You can go out first."

"Yes, sir." Isaac nodded and went downstairs without any hesitation.

Looking at Russell, Horace was a little confused. What on earth did Grandpa want to say to him? He even asked Isaac to leave.

When Russell walked up to Horace, he hesitated and said, "You and Clara had better be careful not to have sex. Don't get pregnant. Otherwise, I'm afraid that the baby's father will be not clear."

After saying that, Russell's face turned red. He felt a little embarrassed to tell such things to the younger generation, but... Alas, Clara's life had been really miserable. Why was fate so cruel to her?

Hearing Russell's words, Horace's expression was also complicated. He clenched his fists tightly, and the scene that the four men tore up the clothes of Clara appeared in his mind again, as well as her shrill cries.

Horace felt that this would be a nightmare for his life, and he would never forget it. Every time he thought of it, he felt heartbroken.

Feeling the anger from Horace, Russell sighed slightly. These two children were both miserable.

Horace closed his eyes to stop himself from thinking about those things. He said with difficulty, "I see."

"Okay," Russell patted Horace on the shoulder. "Go ahead. Clara is still waiting for you. Remember to be good to her in the future."

"I will." Horace solemnly promised to Russell that he would love Clara with the rest of his life.

After nodding to Russell, Horace turned around and strode towards the elevator.

When they arrived downstairs, Isaac had already opened the car door and was waiting for him. After Horace got in the car, Isaac drove at a rapid speed all the way and soon arrived at the hospital.

Horace ran all the way to Helena's ward. When he turned his head by accident, he found that the person who was sobbing and sitting on the chair seemed to be Clara.

He stopped and looked carefully. It was indeed Clara.

Immersed in grief, Clara suddenly felt someone squatting down in front of her.

Looking up at the blurry figure in front of her, Clara burst into tears more fiercely.

"Horace..." She threw herself into his arms and cried loudly, as if she finally found someone to rely on.

Holding Clara tightly in his arms, Horace touched her back lovingly, "It's okay. I'm here. I'm here. Everything will be fine. Don't cry."

Hearing the comfort of Horace, Clara cried harder than ever. "Horace, what should I do? I don't know what to do. The doctor said that I can donate the bone marrow for my mother, but what if it doesn't match? What if I can't save my mother?"

"I'm here. I'll handle it for you. Trust me. I'll be fine." Horace continued to comfort her.

"If yours don't match hers, I'll help you find a suitable person. If we can't find the one at home, we'll go abroad. There are so many people in the world, and there will always be someone who matches your mother's bone marrow. Don't worry. I'll try my best to save your mother. Don't worry too much, okay?"

"Really?" Clara raised her tearful eyes to look at Horace, as if she was looking at her only God.

"Yes," Horace reached out and wiped her tears. "Really. Mom will be fine. Trust me, okay?"

"I trust you," Clara nodded her head vigorously. "I believe in you, Horace. If you say that mom will be fine, she will be fine."

"Good girl," Horace touched Clara's face lovingly. "Let's go inside to see mom, okay?"

"No!" Clara refused. "I haven't told her that she has leukemia. And I don't want her to see me like this."

"Then let's go home first, okay?" Horace persuaded her in a soft voice.

"Okay."

He held Clara, who had no strength due to crying too much, and walked out of the hospital.

On the way home, Horace had been holding Clara in his arms all the time.

Maybe it was because she was too tired from crying, Clara fell asleep soon on Horace's shoulder. There were still a few tears in her eyes, which looked particularly pitiful.