Clara wouldn’t let Horace down and would take good care of Neo while waiting for him.
And they would live the best life then.
She stopped crying at this thought. Clara raised her head at Neo who looked a lot like Horace and made up her mind.
Clara took Neo to their home where Horace and she had lived for seven years.
It was empty and depressing as they didn’t live here for the last three days.
Luckily two maids were helping her clean.
“Madam, didn’t Mr. Kirkland come with you?” Seeing that Clara came home alone, the maid asked about it.
Hearing this question, Clara paused as she was unbuttoning Neo’s coat.
“He won’t be back the next few years, and mind your own business,” Clara replied shortly.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” The maid saw Clara’s face and realized she said something wrong.
The maid hit a little on her mouth and looked at Clara apologetically.
“Then, you want to have breakfast?” It was eight o’clock in the morning when Clara usually had her breakfast.
“Sure.” Clara and Neo actually felt a bit hungry when the maid mentioned it, because they didn’t have much breakfast just now.
So the maid went to the kitchen and started to make breakfast.
It was just a simple breakfast.
Sitting by the table with Neo and looking at the breakfast, Clara didn’t feel like eating.
Seeing Clara’s impassive face, Neo also didn’t want to eat.
Clara forced herself to eat a little, smiled at Neo, put a slice of bread on his plate, and then dipped her head to eat.
Seeing Clara like this, Neo also started to eat.
They hadn’t eaten sitting by the table for three days, so it was pleasant.
It would have been better without their sadness.
Clara let the maid take care of Neo after breakfast as she wanted to find Horace somewhere else.
She still wanted to try and see if she could find him.
She had made up her mind to move on without him, but she couldn’t help wanting to go look for him.
Maybe she would give up by then.
But what if she found him, wouldn’t that be great?
Clara took the car out at this perfect plan.
She drove slowly as she was afraid that he would pass by her as they did on TV.
She drove so slow that she was able to look outside the window while driving.
People in the car behind her started to honk as she was too slow.
But Horace was all she could think about so she wouldn’t slow down the process of finding him just because of some strangers.
Clara didn’t care about those honks.
Those drivers were so angry that they squeezed their car through the gap, and drove near her car to curse her.
But she didn’t care and kept looking for Horace.
Not a clue was found. She had gotten on the highway.
First Clara went to that park they used to go to and where Horace proposed to her.
She got off the car and saw that the park looked the same.
Same flowers, same trees.
Clara walked through a path to the artificial lake with a broader view.
Horace used to like it here, especially in spring. They would sit on the bench with their eyes closed, smelling the flowers and feeling the gentle breeze.
That was cozy. But it was burning hot in summer now and people were rushing home like they were going to explode at the heat.
Only Clara would walk inside.
It was a gazebo there, cooler yet still hot.
There was a time when a couple was arguing at the gazebo and Horace and Clara overheard everything. It was the girl’s fault but the boy apologized first.
Clara said that she liked a man who would apologize first, and then Horace asked her who she liked more.
Seeing that Horace was jealous, Clara said with love, “You!”
Clara walked around every corner of this park as if she would see him.
But it was only her and he was nowhere to find.
She felt terrible but didn’t know how to express her feeling. So she yelled at the lake like those people who were practicing for their singing.
It instantly lifted a part of burden from her heart. So she yelled again, half crouching, sleeves rolled up, putting her hands around her mouth.
She felt much better after this.
Maybe she thought it worked well, so she did it a few more times.
When her mood was finally lightened, it was already noon, which was the hottest time of the day, but she didn’t feel like leaving.
She kept walking around the park with sweats on her face.
It was 3 o’clock when she finished walking.
Clara had already told the maid not to prepare her lunch so she went to a restaurant that Horace and she used to go to.
Every dish cost at least a few hundred bucks, but it would be worth it if she got to relive her memory with him.
Clara decided to go to Solrace after lunch, although it belonged to Chester right now.
But they might agree to let her inside.
Clara ran into someone there, not an acquaintance of her own, but Neo’s playdate.
Natalie Saunders was there, with Chester.
Saunders!
It turned out that Natalie was Chester’s daughter.