Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 342

After breakfast, Logan went to work and Clara went to the hospital.

Clara had been abroad in the past few years, but she had asked Logan to hire someone to take care of Helena. She had heard that Helena's health was deteriorating and that she hadn't gotten the surgery because there was no suitable bone-marrow donor.

Thinking of this, Clara felt guilty. She had never returned home to visit her mother during these years. She was not a good daughter.

But thinking of Horace and Laura, she was afraid to come back. She feared that seeing them would rupture her wounds again.

Clara stood outside the front door of Helena's ward and suddenly felt timid.

Hospitals, wards, room numbers, seats in the hallway... Everything in front of her was familiar. The images of her and Helena talking and laughing seemed to have happened yesterday. But in fact, they hadn't seen each other for five years, and everything that seemed familiar to her was far away for her.

Clara didn't push the door open as she had always done, she knocked.

"Come in, the door is unlocked."

Hearing a familiar, but distinctly older voice, Clara's eyes became moist. She almost cried.

Although she already knew that Helena was very ill now, Clara was shocked the moment she saw her after entering the ward. Tears flowed uncontrollably, and the psychological preparations she had just made collapsed in an instant.

Tears fell heavily on the ground. Clara covered her mouth in disbelief, afraid that she would cry out because of what she saw.

Was this her mother? How could she have become like this!

Helena was now hanging a drip. The vessel in her hand burst out. She was almost a skeleton.

Looking upwards, Clara saw no flesh on Helena. Through the dry skin, the shape of bone was discernable.

Helena's face was ashen. Her cheeks sunk and her cheekbones bulging high on either side, Clara looked into Helena's eyes.

They were clear and warm, but now, they were like a dry well with only sludge inside.

Yet Helena's eyes lit up the moment she saw Clara. Clara could even clearly see how happy Helena was to see her and how much she had missed her.

"Clara? Is it you? Am I dreaming?"

"Mom, it's me. I'm back. I'm sorry..." Hearing Helena's hoarse voice, Clara threw herself uncontrollably in front of the bed and cried.

She should have come to see her mother all these years. In her memory, Helena had always been smiling at herself tenderly and lovingly. When did she become like this?

"Clara, you are back!" Helena smiled as she touched Clara's hair, "Don't cry, don't cry, let me have a good look at you. I haven't seen you for a long time."

Looking up in sobs, Clara smiled at Helena as she had just practiced at the door, but she couldn't do it. She burst into tears.

"Okay, no more crying." Helena raised her hand to wipe Clara's tears. But feeling her dry, Clara cried even harder.