Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 471 Isaac's Confession

"Mr. Kirkland, I'm sorry. It was all my fault. Mrs. Kirkland, don't blame Mr. Kirkland." Isaac pleaded.

If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be so tired, and they wouldn't have been separated for five years.

"What the hell is going on?" Hearing Isaac's confession, Horace wondered what had happened that year. What had his most trusted subordinate done? "It was Laura." Isaac thought for a moment and said.

"Laura threw her clothes on the way to Mr. Kirkland's room. The sound was a radio. She played it to make Mrs. Kirkland think Mr. Kirkland cheated."

Isaac did not dare to look up at Horace, afraid that Horace would get angry and kick him straight away.

"You mean, Laura directed all this?" Hearing this, Clara understood.

Indeed, she didn't see them in bed. She didn't even dare to check.

She believed that Horace had betrayed her. If Isaac was telling the truth, everything made sense now. "Yes," Isaac said, and then continued to say what Laura had done.

"She threatened the nanny and then kidnapped my parents, forcing me to do things for her."

Isaac felt ashamed for what he had done back then to Horace and Clara, who had treated him so well.

"She asked me to force Mrs. Kirkland to abort the child under Mr. Kirkland's name. I could only do it."

"I failed the first time. And on the second time, unexpectedly, Mr. Hutchinson came to rescue Mrs. Kirkland. And then, when Mr. Kirkland was going to the airport to stop Mrs. Kirkland, Laura deliberately broke her own legs."

Isaac told the whole story.

His voice was getting quieter, even though he didn't know what he was afraid of.

He had been reminding himself that he had betrayed Horace for the past five years.

He was morally crushed. He had insomnia every night.

Now, after the secret was told, he felt relaxed as never before, although he was about to face Horace's punishment.

"That's all. Please punish me!" After saying this, Isaac lowered his head even lower.

He had betrayed Horace. He knew he could no longer stay by his side.

"This is for your betrayal." Horace kicked Isaac.

"This is for your being ungrateful." One more kick.

"This is for your broken morality."

Horace kicked Isaac straight to the ground. Isaac endured.

He didn't hate Horace. On the contrary, he was glad that Horace kicked him.

He felt relieved.

"Clara, do you hear me clearly now? I didn't know anything of this."

After punishing Isaac, Horace walked over to Clara, who had been silent.

Clara was stunned, it turned out that her suffering was caused by the woman Laura. Horace was innocent.

Thinking of this, she was full of shock and regret.

Shocked that she had never figured it out, regretted that she had put it all on Horace.

Horace had lost weight over the years. Clara couldn't help but feel pain.

But now, everything was clear.

She was impressed by Laura's scheme. How could a girl growing up like a princess be so cruel?

People were capable of everything when they were forced.

For example, Laura watched Helena struggling at the fringe of life yet ignored her.

For example, Laura kidnapped Isaac's parents, disregarding the safety of other people.

But knowing that Horace had always loved her, Clara felt it was all worth it.

Looking at Horace, she didn't know what to say.

Five years had passed. They had too much to say and too many questions to ask.

They looked at each other in embarrassment.

Horace didn't know that he had been kept in the dark about so many things which had directly hurt Clara.

Horace hated himself. If he had gone to the Hutchinson hours waiting for Clara and asked about everything after she proposed the divorce, none of this would happen.

He was the one to blame. He shouldn't have had any connection with Laura. He shouldn't have trusted her so easily.

None of this should happen today. They wouldn't be separated for five years.

What was more ridiculous was that he believed Clara was raped and wanted her to abort the child. to beat the child in my belly. Even finally, he gave in to Clara, he felt uncomfortable. Now it all felt like a joke. How stupid he was to trust another woman instead of his wife!

Horace wanted to slap himself to make up for his mistakes.

He knew he made a mistake. But he couldn't change the past. What important was the future!

He must make up for Clara in the future. He would never let her leave again.

Never again.

It was not only a promise to Clara but also an encouragement to himself.

All the questions were answered. Horace felt that all those things had passed, now it was time to go home with Clara, and then confess, and ask for forgiveness.

Horace stepped forward, looked at Clara's face, and tentatively called out her name.

"Clara?"

"Yes?"

Clara was not a dramatic person. After knowing that everything was a misunderstanding, she stopped hating Horace.

She looked generously at Horace, waiting for his response.

"Clara, let's go home." Horace looked at Clara, not knowing what to say, and could only take her hand, intending to bring her home.

"Okay." Clara and Horace walked on the grass in a good mood, hand in hand. The place suddenly looked beautiful to them.