Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 214 Never Forget, Never Forgive

Clara clicked one link at random and found that it was full of comments from Horace's fangirls.

My God! Horace doesn't even have a disability! Now he is even more perfect!

I feel sorry for Mrs. Kirkland… but can I say I really get obsessed with her man? Do I still have a

chance to marry him in my next life?

There are even messages from males:

Unbelievable! Hey Horace, could you please leave us some chicks? It looks like they've all become

your fans!

Clara was very glad when she saw people's comments because everything was clear now and people

knew the truth.

"By the way, Clara, isn't Mr. Kirkland going to hold a press conference today? I heard that it is life. I

think it's about time now."

Clara looked at the clock on the wall and found that there was only half an hour left before the press

conference started. "Well, it'll start in half an hour."

"Do you want us to be here with you? "Sarah asked. When Clara said yes, she picked up the remote

control, turned on the TV in the ward, and tuned the channel to the live broadcast.

"Hey, look, it's started!" Sarah shouted excitedly.

"Sarah! Watch out for your volume! You act as if he was your husband!" they found her so funny being

so excited like that.

"How can I find a man like Horace? I did not save the world just like Clara did in her last life!" Sarah

retorted.

When Clara heard Sarah's words, she shook her head and smiled. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a few jokes with each other, everyone began to concentrate on the press conference.

Horace was wearing a gray suit, and he finally was standing in front of the public. The media had never

seen him like this, and they were all stunned by how handsome he looked this way. He also made the

people in front of the TV stunned.

"Clara, lucky you!" Sarah said to Clara with a wink.

Clara's face blushed. She had never seen Horace like this on Television. Indeed, he was handsome,

and indeed she was so lucky.

Under the spotlight, Horace took a seat under the protection of his bodyguards, and in front of him was

a desktop microphone.

"The reason why this press conference is held today is to give you an explanation for a series of

incidents that happened to me and my wife recently. First of all, everyone has been curious about my

life experience. I had no intention to hide it, but I believe that a person's achievements should be

separated from his family background. But now, my good intentions have brought about unwanted

attention. So I believe now that is my duty and responsibility to make it clear. Yes, I am from the

Kirkland family. I am the second grandson of Russell Kirkland..."

"Since you are from such a distinguished family, why did you pretend to be disabled for so many

years?" A reporter from the audience asked.

"Is it convenient for you to explain why? Everyone wants to know."

"Is this related to the fire ten years ago?"

The reporters in the audience kept asking Horace why he concealed the truth. They knew there was

something juicy behind it.

Considering the characteristic of Horace, the reporters were being very discreet, waiting for someone

else to start. Since one of them started asking, others at the press conference suddenly became

agitated, throwing one question after another at Horace.

Horace didn't get angry when he heard this speculation. He said, "I am not disabled. My legs are fine.

But I hide the truth for my own reasons. I am afraid that this is very personal and thus is not to be

shared here today. I hope you will understand."

Although Horace didn't say anything, the audience were all experienced reporters, and they sensed

something fishy in his words.

Presumably, this was about the inheritance of family property, but all they could do was speculate.

They dared not to say that out loud in the public.

Seeing that everyone was no longer sticking to that, Horace continued, "Since we are here today, I

would like to clarify that rumors about my wife were all false charges.it is clear now that Ashlee

Middleton had set that up. She was the one that conspired all of that. I have submitted the relevant

evidence to the police station, and presumably, the authorities will prove Clara's innocence soon."

"And..." Horace seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled, "We have always had a

good relationship and our marriage life has been very harmonious. The previous pregnancy incident

was a slander. My wife is not pregnant. But we are trying. That's all I want to tell you today, and finally,

thank you for coming."

Horace bowed politely, refused the rest of the interview, and stepped off the stage.

In the ward, Clara blushed when she heard Horace's words.

"Oh, Clara, happy to know that your married life is very harmonious, and you are trying…." Stephanie

looked at Clara's blushing and couldn't help teasing.

"Come on guys! Stop!" Hearing Stephanie's words, Clara was so embarrassed that she threw a pillow

at her.

"Yeah, we'll stop. But I guess he would never stop trying!" Everyone burst into laughter when they saw

Clara's reaction.

After the press conference, videos of Horace at this press conference kept trending, and the click rate

was incredibly high.

Horace was so protective of his wife! They are so in love!

He is one out of a million! I wish I could meet a man like him!

I don't want to be single anymore!

...

By the time Horace came back, it was already night, Clara had already finished dinner in the hospital

and was going to sleep.

Horace didn't go to sleep on the escort bed next to him. He squeezed into her bed to snuggle with her.

Clara thought of what Horace said at the press conference today, and said amusedly, "Sean should be

mad by now, right? Now everyone suspects that he framed you for the sake of property inheritance.

Today I heard from a colleague at the magazine that his company's stock has plummeted all the way

down."

"Of course." Horace replied softly, and the next second his eyes flashed, "But he deserves it."

Noticing the obvious resentment in Horace's tone, Clara couldn't help asking, "Do you really hate Sean

this much?"

Sean was his eldest brother. She still could not fully understand the hatred they had for each other

"It's not just what he did to you. I can't forgive what he did to me ten years ago."

"What do you mean?!" Clara asked in shock after hearing Horace's words.

Could it be that the fire ten years ago really had something to do with Sean?