Once she was out of the ward, Clara quickened her pace since she didn’t want to hear the miserable cries of Helena.
Washing off the tear stains in the restroom, Clara stared into the mirror and told herself that Neo and Logan are the only families she had in the world and that this time she would never be relented to Laura. Leaning on the wash basin, Clara was lost in her emotional thoughts.
A while later, when she came back to herself, the first thing she wanted was to go home and be reunited with her son. She wanted to see him more than ever.
However, when she went to the front door where Horace was waiting for her, she felt exhausted. She had just done with Helena, and she wasn’t in the mood to deal with Horace.
“You okay?” Horace went to her as soon as he saw her and asked concernedly. While Clara only shook her head without a word.
“Get in the car. I’ll drive you home.” Horace could tell Clara was blue so he stopped the inquires. But standing still, Clara racked her brain for reasons to refuse Horace. She was so tired and the last thing she wanted to do now was to stay with Horace alone and talked about their relationship.
“Clara!” While Clara was thinking about excuses, Andre showed up and ran toward her. As if Horace were invisible, Andre stopped right before Clara, panting. “I couldn’t find you in the hospital. How lucky I find you here. Let me drive you home.”
“Sure, thanks.” Clara agreed after a moment’s thought.
“My car is over there. Let’s go.” Andre was quite happy at Clara’s answer. Did it mean that he still got a chance since Clara chose him rather than Horace?
“Okay,” Clara said. Then she turned to Horace, “You may go home first, Horace. Andre will drive me home.” As she finished, she walked away with Andre.
Clenching his fists, Horace was boiling with rage as he saw Clara left with Andre. Did she like Andre that much? Furiously, Horace stepped forward and grabbed Clara’s arm. “No, I want to drive you home. I think we need a talk.”
While Andre grabbed the other arm, exclaiming, “Let go of her! She says she wants me to drive her home.”
“This is family business. Stay away from us, Andre,” Horace exploded.
But Andre wasn’t intimidated. He let out a sneer and retorted, “A family business? I think Clara divorced you years before. She is not your family.”
“So what? Neither do you,” Horace bellowed, “We will marry again, sooner or later. So stop ingratiating her”
“Shut up, both of you! I’ll go home myself!” Swing off Horace’s hand, Clara shouted frantically. Then she strode away, infuriating. How could they treat her like this? Winning over her heart to show off?
Agitated, Horace caught up with Clara hastily, pleading, “Clara, there’s something important that I need to tell you. Please let me drive you home.”
“We can talk about that later. I can call a taxi.” Clara was so mad at Horace that she showed Horace the cold shoulder.
“Clara,” Horace ran in front of her to stop her, “I can drive you home.”
Hearing this a million times, Clara couldn’t contain her fury. “That’s enough, Horace! I said I wanted to go home myself. I’m not a child and I can take care of myself.”
Horace knew Clara wasn’t listening, so he lifted her up and walked to his car.
“Let go of me.” Clara struggled but she tried to keep her voice down since they were on the street and she didn’t want strangers to laugh at them. However, Horace kept walking as if he were deaf.
Eventually, when others stopped to look at them with curiosity, Clara gave in. “Okay, okay, I’ll go with you. Just put me down.”
Horace smiled at her words and did what he was told. While Clara glared at Horace and went to the car. She sat on the passenger seat and shut the door with a loud bang. But Horace was quite amused to see Clara acting like a pissed-off child and he followed her into the car.
As for Andre, he was filled with jealousy while watching the intimacy between Horace and Clara. He wouldn’t dare to treat Clara like that but Horace could. Though Clara was mad at Horace she didn’t show any aversion to the intimacy. How could he compete with Horace?
Back in Horace’s car, Clara fixed her eyes on the car window, refusing to talk to Horace. While Horace, peeking over at Clara from time to time, didn’t know how to break the silence. They were fine in the hospital but suddenly she was cold to him. Horace couldn’t understand why and he was afraid their relationship, which had been better, would become worse.
After a long hesitation, Horace asked the question that had been haunting him, “Clara, I want to ask you something about the divorce. Can you tell me the truth?” It had been five years since the divorce but Horace still had no idea why Clara divorced him even after he agreed to keep the child. He might not be so sincere since he had no idea that it was his child. But Clara didn’t even want to meet him and sent him the divorce paper, in the name of Logan.
Clara was also nervous at Horace’s question. Was it the day when they would have to face what happened five years ago? What would Horace say? Was he the one who tell Isaac to get rid of their child? Or was there any misunderstanding?
“What would you like to know?” Taking in a deep breath, Clara’s voice nearly trembled with nervousness.