Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 597 Helena

Clara sat right next to Helena. Seeing how dirty her clothes were, Clara knew that Helena must have been through a lot recently. However, whatever the hardships Helena had been through, they were nothing compared to Clara's.

No one could understand how devastated she had been after losing her son. It was like death by a thousand cuts.

Thinking of this, Clara's heart ached. Every time this happened, she would hold her breath and keep silent. She had to hold her breath to avoid more intense pain.

"Clara, why... why did you save me?" Helena was having trouble speaking, but she endured the pain and asked anyway.

Clara looked into her eyes and spoke.

"You are worried I saved you because I wanted to keep torturing you." Clara spoke out Helena's mind.

She was right. After hearing this, Helena fell into silence.

"Stop speaking. We are about to arrive at the hospital." Clara had wanted to say something cruel to torture Helena, but she found that she couldn't.

It seemed she wasn't born a ruthless person after all.

She smiled with self-mockery. That was okay with her.

It was a punishment enough for Helena that Laura, her biological daughter, didn't give a shit about her.

Hearing her words, Helena stopped talking.

She knew that Clara wouldn't hurt her.

As the one who brought her up, she knew her well.

Helena closed her eyes thinking about this.

Clara got scared and urged the bodyguard to drive faster.

Then, she put her finger under Helena's nose. Luckily, she was still breathing.

Fifteen minutes later, they got to the hospital. Again, Clara waited outside the emergency room. It was the sixth time she was here since she met Horace.

It seemed she had become a regular here.

However, she wasn't anxiously waiting as before this time. She sat on the chair and waited calmly.

It was not that she didn't really care about Helena.

She had lost the person whom she loved the most in her life, nothing would cause her greater pain now.

Perhaps it was just because of it that she didn't feel much time pass before Helena was pushed out. Clara walked over and asked the nurse if she would be fine. The nurse said, "Her life's out of danger for now, but she needs a marrow transplant to survive."

Hearing this, Clara nodded and sneered. Helena couldn't replace a match when Laura was alive.

Now that her daughter had died, there was no hope for her anymore.

Clara didn't know how she actually felt, but when she heard the nurse's words, she was stunned for a moment.

But that was all.

When she went to the ward to see Helena, Helena had woken up. It seemed she had gotten way too familiar with anesthetic that she woke up really fast now.

She walked over, looked at her and asked indifferently, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"

She knew that Helena must be hungry now.

Helena dared not say anything but looked at her and nodded. Clara left the room while Helen was lying on the bed, lost in thought.

Helena was surprised how fast Clara came back with the food.

She knew where the hospital cafeteria was, but she didn't know Clara could replace it so soon.

Perhaps it was because Clara was really worried about her, Helena guessed. However, on second thought, she didn't think her guess was true. How could Clara be so kind to her? She stared at Clara and wondered.

Clara bent over, took the folded table and carry it to Helena's bed. She stuffed a pillow behind Helena's back and took out the fork for her.

Seeing how careful and considerate she was, Helena couldn't help but feel moved.

Not even her own daughter had ever treated her like this.

"What? You are worried I might poison you?" Seeing that Helena had been staring at her the whole time, Clara thought she was suspecting her. Therefore, she took a taste of each dish to prove that she didn't put anything into the food.

When Helena saw this, she was stunned.

"I... I didn't mean that."

Then, she started eating.

This was the best meal she had had in the past half a month.

She ate so fast that she choked and coughed. Seeing this, Clara handed her a glass of water and helped her smooth her back. It was not until Helena stopped coughing that she took over the glass and put it on the table.

"Thank you," Helene said sincerely. Clara didn't say anything but nodded and sat on the sofa opposite the bed.

She found it hard to be ruthless to Helena.

"You aren't going to eat?" Helena suddenly thought of the fact that Clara hadn't had anything, so she asked.

Clara didn't answer but shook her head.

Clara had been taken care of Helena until it was eight in the evening.

"I need to leave now. Ring that bell if you need anything, the nurse will be here," Clara said and was about to leave when she heard Helena's words.

"Why are you so kind to me? Why did you save me after you left me on the street?" Helena asked in a hoarse voice. She hadn't spoken in a long time and she sounded miserable.

"Because you raised me," Clara answered. She didn't want to talk to Helena anymore, turned around and left.

She didn't know what she might say next or what Helena might say next.

She wasn't ready to forgive Helena yet.

She took care of Helena today because she couldn't bear watching her die.

It was late when Clara got home. The whole day, she had just had some breakfast.

When she walked into the house, as expected, she saw Horace sitting there and looking at her with an aggrieved face.

"Where were you?" Horace asked. He looked like a stay-at-home wife who had been waiting for her husband to come home all day.

Clara told the truth, "Helena passed out on the street. I was taking care of her in the hospital."

She found herself more and more confused about how to get along with Horace and Helena.

Both of the two had been the most important persons in her life, but both of them let her down. Her mind was in a mess.

She walked to the dining table and looked at Horace.

She gave him a glance, indicating him to start having dinner.

Getting the hint, Horace stood up and sat next to Clara. Back then, when Neo was still here, when they had meals, he would sit opposite them. Now that he was gone, they felt the table empty.