“Clara…” Andre also rushed over to explain everything to Horace.
Horace had been irritated by the scene and thought it was Andre who plotted the whole matter, so how could he be patient with his explanation?
“You brute!” He punched hard on Andre who stood in the doorway and then kicked him. “How dare you! You bastard!”
“What? Listen to me. It’s not me…” Before Andre finished his words, he felt his left cheek suffer a hard blow.
“Too late!” Horace clenched Andre’s collar with his eyes filled with madness, “What the hell did you do to Clara? ”
Clara looked so abnormal that Andre must have done something to her.
With heavier breathing, Andre’s whole face became red, and he forcibly pulled away Horace, spatting a few words, “She was drugged. It was…”
Hearing this, Horace lost his reason. Dragging Andre up from the ground, Horace ruthlessly pushed him against a wall, then raised his arm against his neck while slamming his knee hard into his belly.
“You bastard! How dare you drugged her!” Horace even intended to kill Andre.
Seeing that Horace had beaten him up without any distinction, not allowing him to speak, Andre was furious and pushed Horace out of the way.
“Fuck! Can you hear me first? Laura did it, and she deliberately asked me to pick Clara up. I just found out about it and have let the maid go call a doctor.”
Andre pointed to the room and said anxiously, “It is vital now to hurry up finding the remedy. She is uncomfortable.”
Hearing this, Horace paused and then quickly reacted.
Laura. Once again. It seemed that she had not been scolded enough last time. She even dared to harm Clara again!
Clenching his fist, Horace had no doubt that he would have beaten Laura up regardless of any manners if Laura was in front of him now.
He hurried back, seeing Clara hug the quilt and curl up, whose face was covered in tears, murmuring in a hoarse voice. “It hurts. I’m in so much pain. ”
Seeing the beloved woman being tortured, Horace was so painful that his breath was stagnant for a moment. He hurriedly went to pick up her towards the door in stride.
“Clara, I’m Horace. Can you hear me? Hold on. I’ll take you to the doctor now.”
“The maid will be back soon with the doctor. Where are you taking her now?” Andre’s voice sounded anxious from behind.
Horace didn’t stop. How could he be an onlooker since Clara was in such pain? He could no longer wait to get her to the nearest hospital quickly.
Putting Clara in the car, Horace speeded up.
Having no idea where she was, Clara was so hot. She waved her arms haphazardly and unexpectedly touched something that felt cooler. Like grabbing a lifeline, Clara got closer to the coolness.
Seeing her hanging on him with her collar torn open, revealing her breast, Horace was so awkward that those scenes when they were having sex involuntarily appeared.
He slapped his face, trying to keep rational and calm. She was the person he wanted to take care of for the rest of his life. He could never take advantage of her at this point.
One hand was on the steering wheel, and Horace’s other hand tightly wrapped around Clara in his arms to prevent her from approaching him again. He was not that self-possessed to guarantee not being seduced by his beloved one.
Hearing her moaning because of the pain, Horace felt like his heart was being clenched. He stepped hard on the accelerator, rushing to the hospital.
…
After arranging everything well, Horace’s eyes were full of heartache when he saw Clara faint on the hospital bed. Turning his head to look at Andre, who was following, Horace’s tone was cold, “You said Laura drugged Clara. What is going on?”
“She suddenly texted an address to me today, saying she was having dinner with Clara. She asked me to go together and bring Clara back after dinner. ”
“I agreed since I was afraid that she would hurt Clara again, and by the time I got to the place, they had already finished eating, so I took Clara home.”
“On the way, Clara felt uncomfortable, but we both thought she had a fever. Later I noticed her behavior was getting more erratic, so I realized that she might have been drugged.”
Hearing his words, Horace looked at him with questioning eyes, “Why did she let you go pick Clara up? What is your relationship with Laura?”
“Don’t look at me with such eyes,” Andre met Horace’s gaze frankly, “I can’t tell you clearly in a few words, but Clara knows that I am innocent.”
Horace had suspicions. Why was their relationship unable to be clarified?
Staring at Clara, he didn’t say anything more, for he could only wait for her to wake up and figure out everything.
“Where… where am I?” Clara didn’t react to where she was for a while when she opened her eyes.
“Clara, you’re awake!”
Horace and Andre, who had been staying, rushed forward to surround her, “How do you feel now? Still uncomfortable?”