Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister
Chapter 92 Why Are You in My Bed?

Horace remained calm, apparently having been expecting that from Donald. Martha, on the other hand, was shocked. "Donald, you are talking nonsense again!"

"I'm not!" Donald spat, staring at Horace dead in the eye. "Second Young master, you must have known it all. Yes, I drugged Clara's dinner and set the house on fire. I take full responsibility for it. My wife didn't know anything about this. Let her go."

Martha widened her eyes and snapped, "Donald! Are you freaking out of your mind? How could you do this to Mrs. Kirkland! Have you forgotten how much we owe the Kirkland family?"

"Of course, I haven't!" Donald bellowed, "I did that because I wanted to save the Kirkland family!"

Seeing Donald and Martha being hysterical in front of him, Horace's face darkened.

Horace's cold expression sent chills down Donald's spine. "Second Young Master, with all due respect, everyone knows that the Kirkland family business should be passed down to the eldest son. Not to mention that you are now crippled. That's all the more reason to make way for the eldest young master. Brothers shouldn't fight against each other! Rancor will put the family interest at risk!"

Hearing Donald's far-fetched reason, Horace sneered, "So what? Is that why you tried to kill Clara?"

Donald gritted his teeth. "Yes. Because I can't let her give birth to your child. I can't let your child block the eldest young master's way. I did that all for the Kirkland family."

"So, this is your so-called reason, huh?" Horace interrupted Donald coldly. "Just tell me. How much money did Sean spend to buy you off?"

Donald remained silent, his face drained of color.

Although this didn't come as a surprise to Horace, he was still grossed out by Donald.

Donald acted like he was nothing but loyal to the Kirkland family. In reality, however, he was just a selfish lackey who would do anything for his own benefit.

Horace had been through the same betrayal ten years ago.

He turned his wheelchair and headed to the door, didn't want to look at Donald's disgusting face for one more second.

Just then, Donald shouted, "Horace! Yes, I took the money from the eldest young master. But what I told you was all true! Although he was behind all this, he never laid a finger on you! He just wanted to kill Clara. That's all! The eldest young master cherishes the brotherhood between him and you. Just make way for him. You don't have to take over the family business. The money you have is already enough to suffice you for centuries.

Hearing that, Horace stopped.

He sneered.

Sean must have given this Donald a fortune.

"Brotherhood?" Horace said sarcastically. "He didn't tell you? Looks like Sean doesn't really trust you that much. You still don't know the truth about the kidnapping ten years ago, do you?" Donald froze, "What truth? What do you mean?"

Horace ignored his questions and left the warehouse.

After going back to the corridor of the hospital, he turned to Isaac and ordered, "Take care of it."

"Got it." Isaac said. "But sir, don't you want to keep an eye on them yourself?"

Isaac thought that Horace would be furious when he found out that Donald had betrayed him. But Horace was obviously much calmer than when he saw Clara's wounds moments ago. Horace sneered, "There's no need. Donald is just a pawn. The mastermind behind this won't show up just like that."

Isaac immediately understood what Horace meant and stopped talking.

"Also," Something flickered in Horace's eyes as he continued, "Send Martha and her son out of the country, then give them a sum of money."

Isaac nodded his head in response. Horace had always been objective and just. He would never vent his anger on a single innocent soul.

Horace rolled his wheelchair down the empty corridor and headed to Clara's ward.

"Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel next to the hospital, or do you want me to arrange an empty ward for you?" Isaac asked tentatively, didn't want to accidentally provoke Horace in any way. Horace's answer shocked Isaac yet again.

"No need. I'll just stay with Clara."

Isaac's eyes widened in astonishment. It took him a while before he could calm down. "Okay, then I'll ask the nurse to get another bed in here."

As they spoke, the two of them were already at the door of Clara's ward.

Through the window, Horace noticed that there was still room for him on Clara's bed. It was the VIP ward after all.

"Don't." He stopped Isaac. "There is a bed right here."

Isaac's jaw dropped.

Was this man really Mr. Kirkland? He hadn't been possessed, had he? Mr. Kirkland has always been particular about everything. Now, he was saying that he wanted to cram in the same bed with a patient? Perhaps it was because Isaac showed his shock too much, Horace slowly raised his head to look at him. "Is there any problem?"

Only then did Isaac remembered to close his mouth. "No, absolutely no problem. I will go prepare toiletries and a change of clothes for you."

Isaac soon returned with those things and left. Horace took a shower in the bathroom, changed into his pajamas, then went back to Clara's bed.

Clara didn't take up much space of the bed since she liked to curl up on her side when she slept. Horace soon laid down beside her and made himself comfortable.

Feeling the familiar warmth coming behind her back, Clara frowned a little and rolled over.

Then, something sturdy clashed with the softness of her nose.

Ouch.

That hurt.

She instantly lost her sleepiness and tried to figure out what was the thing that she just hit. But all she could see was darkness because Horace had forced a sleep mask on her. She fumbled, trying to take it off. Before she could, a big hand seized her by the wrist.

"Stop," A deep and magnetic voice rang out. "I told you. You can only take it off when you are using the eye drops." Horace whispered into her ear. The warm breath tickled her a little. Clara froze when she recognized the voice. "Horace?"

Since Horace wouldn't let her take off the sleep mask, she could only feel her way forward in the darkness.

Only then did she realize that what her nose just hit was Horace's solid chest. "Horace? Why are you in my bed? Wait, are you wearing pajamas?" Clara was dumbfounded.