Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 44

"Mom!" Clara shot Helena an angry glance as if blaming her mom for asking the question.

"Come on, Clara. I am just worried about you. Marriage is a big thing for you, but you have decided without my opinion." Helena mumbled.

"It's okay, Clara." Compared to Clara's embarrassment, Horace seemed quite calm. "This is my name card."

Helena took the name card and when she saw Horace was a "chief executive officer" and "shareholder", she was quite surprised. "Solrace… I haven't heard of this company," Helena hesitated, then continued, "What about your parents? What are their jobs?"

This time, Clara was stunned at her mom's question and was even more anxious to stop her mom from asking anymore. But it was too late. Horace answered plainly, "My parents have passed away. But my grandfather is Russell."

"Russell?" Helena paused. "Russell Kirkland?" She didn't know about Solrace since it was a new company founded two years ago, but certainly, she knew Russell Kirkland, who was known to nearly everyone in Stratmont.

"Yes," Horace admitted.

"Russell is your grandfather," Helena thought aloud, "So you are also a Kirkland, and also Russell's second grandson."

Horace nodded while Helena's face blenched at his admission and couldn't even speak a word.

"Horace…" Clara knew what Helena was thinking about, so she called on Horace to distract him. "Horace, I want to go home to take a shower. Could you drive me home? You can wait for me in the car."

Horace nodded and turned to Helena, saying, "I'll come to visit you tomorrow then. Please take care."

Helena said nothing but watched as Horace went, her face still ghastly white.

Once Horace left, Helena turned to Clara immediately and said to Clara weakly but firmly, "Clara, you can't stick with this man. Divorce him as soon as possible."

Clara felt a shiver running through her spine and she exclaimed, "What are you talking about, mom?"

Helena grabbed Clara's hand and said, "I said, divorce him! Don't you know what will happen if you marry a rich man? Just look at me! A poor woman jilted by her husband. How can you know whether he truly loves you or not? Maybe he just wants to play with your affections."

Hearing Helena's words, Clara also turned pale but she still tried to disprove her mom, "No, mom, it can't be! We have already married."

Helena breathed a sigh of relief but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt, so she said, "Clara, blame me if you want to. It will be more difficult to find a good man if you divorce."

Clara hugged her mom more tightly, tears glistening in her eyes, and she said, "Mom, it's okay. I am the happiest person in the world only if you are by my side." She then tucked her mom in bed and when she was about to leave, she saw a folder on the bedside table, which was probably forgotten by Horace. So, she put the folder into her bag and left the ward.

As for Horace, he just wheeled into the car when Isaac asked surprisingly, "Mr. Horace, what takes you so long? I think you are just going to pick up the folder left in the ward?"

But Horace didn't answer. Isaac turned around bewilderedly and only found himself facing Horace's dark and angry face directly, which gave Isaac quite a shock. Isaac thought to himself, "What the hell happened? Mr. Horace has been quite amiable all the way but he now becomes so sulky. God, please don't let Mr. Horace be mad at me."

Ten minutes later, Clara joined Horace in the car, with the folder in her hand. "Horace? Is this your folder? You left it in the ward."

Horace didn't reach out to get the folder in Clara's hand but only tilted his head to stare at Clara, his eyes dark, without any emotion in them, which made Clara feel ill at ease, and she said timidly, "Horace?"

The cautious expression on Clara's face reminded Horace of what he had accidentally heard when he was about to pick up the folder in the ward— "To tell you the truth, I marry him because I need to secure the citizenship and the medical insurance for you. I have never been in love with him." Though he knew this long ago, it still rendered him sulky when he heard Clara confessing it. Horace couldn't help but get lost in his thoughts, "Of course, she will tell her mom everything. How can you be affected by Clara? Stay tough, Horace!"

Finally, Horace ignored the folder and spoke in a cold voice, "Clara, you want to divorce me?"