Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 275 I'm Pregnant

When they arrived home, Horace took Clara out of the car. Maybe she was so tired that she didn't

wake up on the way.

He carried Clara all the way to the bedroom and gently put her on the bed. After tucking Clara in,

Horace lay beside her.

Although she fell into a deep sleep, she didn't sleep well. She dreamed of something and tears fell from

her closed eyes from time to time.

Wiping off her tears with his thumb, Horace held her in his arms.

Recently, the most he saw was Clara's tears. It was all his fault. He was not a good husband, so he

always made his wife cry.

He lowered his head and kissed Clara's head. Like coaxing a child, he patted Clara's back gently,

hoping to comfort her in her sleep.

When Clara woke up, the bedroom was dark. She was a little confused. Was she at home? What time

is it now?

She reached out to turn on the light. The light above her head gradually made her come to her senses.

Thinking of what happened in the hospital this morning, Clara burst into tears again.

When Horace came in, he saw Clara holding the quilt and crying silently. He sighed and walked to the

bedside to hold Clara in her arms. "Honey, don't cry. Your eyes will be hurt if you keep crying like this."

Trying to hold back her tears, Clara looked up at Horace.

Seeing that Clara's eyes were swollen like peaches, Horace felt like his heart was grabbed. "You

haven't eaten anything for a whole day. Can you get up and wash your face first? Let's go downstairs

for dinner, okay?"

"Okay," Clara replied in a hoarse voice.

After washing her face and going downstairs, Clara found that Horace had cooked porridge for her. She

was deeply touched. Such a gentle Horace seemed to bring her back to the life before Laura appeared.

In the next few days, Horace didn't go to work. He stayed at home with Clara and contacted some

authoritative experts in leukemia.

Seeing what Horace had done for her, Clara stopped suspecting that he didn't love her as before. The

relationship between the two became much closer.

One day, Clara finally received a call from the hospital. The result of the last examination had come out

and a nurse asked her to go to the hospital to get the examination report.

"Okay, I'll go now. Please wait a moment." After hanging up the phone, Clara rushed to the hospital in a

hurry. Because Horace had something to deal with, Clara took a taxi to the hospital.

On the way to the hospital, Clara had been fidgeting and thinking about all kinds of questions. What if

her bone marrow didn't match Helena's? Could Horace help her find a person who matched? What if

he couldn't find one? She could just watch Helena leave this world by then?

Thinking of this, Clara's eyes became teary again. Blinking her eyes for two times, Clara stopped the

tears in her eyes. At the same time, she told herself in her heart that she must be strong at this time.

She didn't know the result of the examination yet, and she couldn't lose her cool now.

After arriving at the hospital, Clara hurried to find the doctor who had examined her before.

As soon as she saw the doctor, Clara asked nervously, "Doctor, can I donate my bone marrow?" God

bless her. Hope Helena's marrow match with Clara's.

"Have a seat," The doctor pointed at the chair next to him. "I'll talk to you slowly."

Sitting down uneasily, Clara looked at the serious doctor and had a bad feeling. Please don't be like

what she thought.

"Doctor, tell me the result," Clara was so anxious that she almost cried out.

The doctor adjusted his glasses, looked at Clara and said seriously, "Judging from our results, your

bone marrow doesn't match your mother's, so you can't donate it to your mother."

Hearing the doctor's words, Clara felt that she breathed her last breath. "Then what should we do,

doctor? Does my mother have any other treatment?"

"Don't worry. Your mother won't be in danger for the time being," The doctor tried to comfort her gently.

"Our hospital has applied for the help of the Red Cross. Once there is a suitable bone marrow for your

mother, we will arrange the surgery for her as soon as possible."

"Okay," said Clara, nodding gratefully to the doctor. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you very much."

"Don't worry. This is what our hospital should do. Your family members should also look for a suitable

bone donor in private. After all, the sooner this operation is performed, the better your mom will be."

"Yes, we will," Clara nodded. "But can I ask how to get in touch with those who are willing to donate

bone marrow?" She had never been involved in such kind of thing, and she didn't know where to start.

"You can apply for the help of the local Red Cross, or you can ask the national bone marrow bank. Now

that the Internet is well developed, it is also feasible to seek some help from social platform."

"Okay, thank you, doctor. I see. I'll contact these people right now," said Clara seriously, keeping the

doctor's words in mind.

With that, Clara stood up and wanted to go out. She wanted to find a person who could match Helena's

marrow as soon as possible. If she was lucky enough to find him, she swore that no matter what that

person requested, she would agree.

"Wait a minute." The doctor stopped Clara who was about to leave. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Turning around, Clara looked at the doctor in confusion. "Is there anything else?"

"I still have two things to tell you, but you have to be mentally prepared."

"What's the matter? Is there anything wrong with my mother's health?" Asked Clara anxiously.

"It's not about your mother. It's about you."

"Me?" asked Clara, confused. "What's the matter with me?"

The doctor looked at Clara with some embarrassment and said hesitantly, "According to the results of

our examination, you and your mother's bone marrow do not match at all, and the DNA is completely

different. You are not your mother's biological daughter."

"How is that possible?" Her first reaction was of disbelief. "Doctor, are you mistaken? How could I not

be my mother's biological daughter?"

"In line with the results, it's true. It's better for you to go back and ask your mother."

Looking at the doctor, Clara's eyes were full of disbelief. It was impossible. Absolutely impossible. She

must be Helena's daughter. But what if? If not, who on earth was she?

"Another thing is that, you are pregnant."