Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 469

Clara didn't know what was Neo thinking. How could he kidnap himself?

However, she couldn't ask anything now. She would talk about it later when they got home.

Horace, who had been watching, grabbed Neo as if he found a gem.

"What did you just call Clara?" Horace looked at Neo's face, which looked like his own, and confirmed his thoughts.

If Neo was his son...

"Mommy." Neo answered in a daze, not knowing what was wrong with Horace.

Clara covered her head helplessly.

She used the trick to get Neo out but forgot that Horace was still by her side.

The current situation was the last thing she wanted. At this point, she didn't know how to explain.

"Neo..." Clara was about to speak when Horace hugged Neo.

Horace felt that Neo looked like him at the first sight. But at that time, he was chasing Clara, plus he didn't think he would have a child, so he did not think much about it.

But now when he heard Neo call Clara mommy, he knew that Neo was his son.

Euphoria, as well as self-blame instantly filled his heart.

It turned out that the child in Clara's belly was his. Why didn't he believe her at that time?

Thinking of this, he thought he had to investigate the thing thoroughly. It was weird.

Neo felt very happy being held by his father carefully.

He burst into tears in Horace's arms.

"Daddy, you finally showed up. Why did you fight with my mother?" As a kid, Neo didn't understand what happened, but he could feel there was something wrong between Horace and Clara.

Otherwise, they would be together.

"I'm here. It's my fault."

Hearing Neo call him daddy, Horace lost control of his emotion.

He had been determined to get Clara back, although he might suffer a little.

But the moment he heard Neo call him daddy, he knew that he had been right. Otherwise, he might never know that he had a cute son.

His whole life may be wasted and he would end up alone.

Now at least he had his loved ones by his side, his son in his arms.

Horace hadn't felt so safe and assured in a long time.

Since Clara was gone, every night when he closed his eyes, he saw the image of him being with Clara before.

Many times, he woke up from dreams and found his pillow wet.

Horace didn't know how he had survived the years. But at this moment, he felt all his efforts had paid off.

No matter what, he and Clara had a son. With the son, his chances of getting Clara back were much higher.

"You should ask yourself this question, if you didn't want to kill my child, why would I have kept it a secret from you for such a long time?"

Clara paused, then said, "I just want to protect my child, is that wrong?"

Clara looked at Horace angrily. If eyes could kill, Horace would have been dead hundreds of times by now.

"I've agreed with you on keeping the child. When did I ask you to have an abortion?" Horace thought about what had happened back then.

She did ask Clara to abort the child. But since she didn't want to, he compromised.

What Clara had said was not true. He wasn't so cruel.

"It's over anyway. No matter what you say, I won't believe you." Clara was upset seeing Horace making excuses without any bit of apology.

"Why don't you believe me? Am I lying?" Horace was confused by Clara. Were they talking about the same thing?

If they were, why was it so messy?

"Stop arguing, I won't forget how you forced me to abort the child."

Clara could never forget the scene in the hospital. After all, it was the most miserable and helpless moment in her life.

"Me?" Hearing Clara's words, Horace knew that there must have been some misunderstanding. She must have misunderstood him.

He had never done it. There must be someone getting in the middle.

Someone who wanted to tell them apart.