Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 381

Seeing the obvious hatred in Clara's eyes, Horace recoiled in shock and stumbled to his feet. At that moment a thought exploded in his mind like thunder: Clara hated him. Now she hated him.

Hold his breath, for Horace found that even breathing could cause heartache.

He thought about the possibility that Clara would not forgive him, and about the possibility that she would berate him, as she had done several times before. But he never thought that one day there would be such a strong hatred in her eyes, and it was for him.

The hate was like fire, shooting at him as if to burn him to ashes.

Not daring to look Clara in the eye again, he turned his head to the side, his eyes blurred for a moment. But instead of letting him off the hook, Clara continued,

"Horace, do you think Sean and Laura were the only people who killed my child? Wrong! You played a part in this as well! If you hadn't refused to believe me, if you hadn't insisted on aborting my child, he wouldn't have disappeared without seeing the world!"

Listening to Clara's harsh accusation, Horace felt like he was struck by thunder. Although before he went here, he berated himself and secretly hated himself for killing his own unborn child.

But hearing those words came out of Clara's mouth, Horace realized that he had overestimated himself. He couldn't take the blame. It hurt too much.

"Clara, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I…" Horace said, not knowing how to proceed. He had said too much to apologize, but what difference did it make?

"You don't have to say you're sorry to me," Clara said, her voice laced with lingering hatred.

"By sending Sean to prison this time, you've paid for your crime. From now on, we'll go our separate ways. You can go now."

Horace's heart raced when he heard Clara try to draw a line with him. Were they really going their separate ways? No, he would never just let her go like this!

"Clara, I'll make it up to you bit by bit. I swear, I'll love you for the rest of my life. Will you give me another chance?" Horace said, half kneeling in front of Clara.

Horace had never been so humble in his life, even in front of Russell, but he was completely oblivious to himself at the moment.

The guilt in his heart almost took him off his feet, making it hard for him to breathe.

He had never thought that one day he would owe someone so much. Even though he had brought the world to her attention, he still felt that he could not make up for his mistake.

Looking down at Horace, Clara had an indescribable feeling in her heart.

The Horace she knew was too proud to beg, but now he was bowing before her. Clara couldn't help but think of the times they had spent together.

Her memories about Horace were once beautiful, a fund named after her, he helping her deal with Ashlee, comforting her when she was sad... The hatred in her eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by the little smile, they had such happiness.

As soon as she felt a little relaxed, the scene of Isaac dragging her to the hospital came into her mind, and the feeling of despair and helplessness instantly swept away the happiness that had just come to her mind. Closing her eyes, Clara cursed herself in her heart.

Unforgivable. She would never forgive Horace!

What does it matter how good things used to be? Just the tip of the iceberg. When she disobeyed him, he would punish her in such a cruel way. She would rather die than return to his side! Who's to say he won't do it to her again?

She sprang to her feet and Clara took two steps back from Horace, blurting out the last word.

"If I give you a chance, then who would give me a chance? Who would give my child a chance? Horace, my child died because of you. I will never forget this for the rest of my life, and I will never forgive you! Leave!"

"Clara, I didn't know it was my baby. If I had known, I would never have let you abort it." Horace tried to explain, but Clara pushed him away.

"So what? Even if you didn't know about it, you couldn't do that do me!" Tears welled up in Clara's eyes. "Even if you didn't want to believe it was our child, it was a life after all. It was my child. How could you do that?"

There is a misunderstanding between the two of them. Horace thought Clara was referring to his initial suggestion to abort the baby. But what Clara said was that Isaac came over and forced himself to have the baby removed.

Tears could not help but fell down, Clara turned to wipe them away, and then when she looked back, her gaze was icy cold again.

"I can't forget what happened back then, and I can't forgive you. It's impossible for us to be together again. Go away. I don't want to see you again."

There was dead silence, and Horace did not leave, nor did he speak. The apology was so weak that he didn't know what to say to make Clara feel better after five years of heartache.

"Go! I said I never want to see you again!" Clara shouted at Horace.

The silence between them made her feel strangely depressed. The helplessness of five years ago had returned to her. The images of Horace that had made her desperate had flooded through her; making her want to go mad, want to cry, want to scream!

"Clara, come on, let's talk about this. I…"

Seeing that Clara was a little out of control, Horace wanted to step forward to comfort her. But Clara, ungrateful, went to the door and opened it.

"You, get out!" She yelled at Horace, pointing to the door.

This was where Clara worked, after all, and Horace realized that if he didn't leave now, he wouldn't get anywhere, which would only upset Clara even more.

He guesses he would have to talk to Clara about this later. He would never give her up, anyway. Even if she hated him, he would never!

Thinking of this, Horace swallowed what he wanted to say, looked at Clara with a complicated look, and then walked heavily out of her office.

Seeing Horace leave the office, Clara felt as if all her strength had been drained, and her legs went limp as she slumped in her chair.

As she gulped for air, Clara's face turned pale and she looked as if she had fallen ill.

With her head buried in her arms, Clara's body trembled slightly. That's what Logan saw when he pushed the door open, and the heartache spread to his heart in an instant.