Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 278

If Helena's child was still alive, then why had she never looked for the child all these years? And why she didn't want to get cured, or want Clara to find the child? Clara intuitively felt that there must have been something behind it, which was related to her own background.

At the hospital, she was too occupied with trying to find out Helena's child's whereabouts, so Helena could undertake the operation as soon as possible. But she forgot to ask her where she had got her and what kind of family she had originally come from.

Too immersed in her thoughts to realize that she had come out of the hospital and was on the crosswalk across the road, hanging her head, she went straight forward, oblivious to the red light and any vehicles.

A string of angry honks and the sound of screeching tires pulled her out of her mind-wandering.

With cold sweat down her back, she raised her head and saw a car halting right before her.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you blind? You wanna die?!" Almost causing a car accident, the driver poked his head out of the window and snarled at her.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry..." Realizing what was going on, Clara soon apologized and retreated to the curb hastily.

"Just keep your eyes on the road!" the driver shouted at her angrily before pulling away.

Stunned, she patted herself on the chest, feeling relived that she hadn't got hit by the car. Then her face turned pale when something struck her.

The baby! How could she have forgotten that she's pregnant!

In a panic, she then stoked her belly, reproaching herself for having forgotten that. What if she had got hit by the car and what if something went wrong with the baby? She's such a failing mother.

Afraid to keep wandering on the street, she took a cab home.

When she's home, Clara felt drained and exhausted both physically and mentally. She plunged herself into the sofa and closed her eyes, thinking about what had happened for the day. She felt completely at a loss, with such a mess in her head, and her nerves were in tatters.

She shook her head and as she opened her eyes, she glimpsed at Horace's briefcase on the sofa. Had Horace come back?

She then turned her head and saw his coat hanging on the coat stand. As if she had finally found her lighthouse, she rose to her feet and rushed upstairs toward the study room.

As she reached the door, she found Horace sitting at the table, reading files.

At the sight of Horace, her tears ran out immediately. It had been an eventful day, but she could finally restore peace in her heart.

Horace found Clara standing at the door, crying. He soon got up and came to her. "What happened?"

"Horace..." Clara threw herself into his arms, sobbing.

He knew that she had been to the hospital, so he guessed from her looks that Helena's conditions were not satisfactory. He gently touched her head and asked, "Anything wrong with Helena?"

"Yeah," Clara nodded forcefully in his arms.

Tenderly separating her apart from him a little, Horace took her to a sofa and helped her sit down.

"Please don't cry and tell me what happened." He drew out a tissue and wiped her tears.