Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 277 You're My Mother No Matter What

Looking at the trembling Helena who was crying with her back against her, Clara remembered how

good Helena had been to her when she was a child.

As a child living in a single parent family, Clara remembered that when she was a child, her family was

very poor, and she even couldn't afford the tuition. Her mother had to take two or three odd jobs at the

same time to earn money to support herself.

In her memory, her mother had never mistreated her in terms of material life. If other children had

something, Helena would buy it for her, no matter how hard her mother worked. Helena had never

allowed others to look down upon Clara.

Thinking of this, although Clara was sad that Helena had hidden the fact for so many years, she could

not blame her. Even if she was not Helena's daughter, this woman tried her best to give her the best.

Moreover, Clara should thank Helena more for taking good care of her and treating her as Helena's

own daughter for so many years. If not, where would she be now? Could she meet Horace? Could she

have such a life now?

"Mom," Holding back her sadness, Clara wiped her tears and gently turned around Helena. "Can you

tell me who your biological daughter is?" The most important thing now was to find Helena's daughter

and let Helena have the surgery as soon as possible.

However, Helena just kept crying. "Clara, I'm sorry. I... didn't... I didn't..." Helena spoke incoherently.

And Clara couldn't understand what Helena said.

Seeing Helena so sad, Clara thought that her daughter might pass away. Or maybe her daughter died

when born, so that Helena chose Clara as her daughter.

"Is your daughter dead?" Clara thought her guess was reasonable, so she asked tentatively.

However, Helena shook her head while crying. She kept murmuring, "No... no... I didn't..."

Not knowing what Helena meant by "no", Clara said anxiously, "Mom, the doctor has diagnosed you

with leukemia recently. You need to find someone to donate bone marrow for you. Can you tell me

where your biological daughter is?"

Seeing Helena's reaction, Clara thought her daughter should not have died, but why didn't Helena tell

her?

Hearing that she herself had leukemia, Helena looked at Clara in shock. "How could it be possible? I...

how could I have leukemia?"

"A few days ago, the hospital called me and said that you were diagnosed with leukemia. We have to

find a person who matches your marrow to perform an operation for you as soon as possible." Holding

her hand, Clara explained, "I thought I was your daughter and maybe I could donate bone marrow for

you, so I went to have a test. I didn't expect..."

Speaking of this, Clara's voice choked with sobs again. She couldn't continue.

Trying her best to hold back her tears, Clara continued, "The reason why I didn't tell you before is that I

was afraid that you would be sad and your body couldn't bear it. Now only your own daughter may be

the only hope. Can you tell me where she is?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing what Clara said, Helena cried even more sadly. She shook her head, "I

can't... can't..."

Seeing that Helena still didn't want to tell her, Clara was very anxious. "Mom, now only your child can

save your life. Can you tell me where she is? I'll go to find her now."

Hearing this, Helena shook her head more violently. She grabbed Clara and said excitedly, "Clara, you

can't go to find her."

"Why?" Hearing Helena's words, Clara was almost sure that her child was still alive, and Helena knew

where she was.

But why didn't Helena allow Clara to look for her own child? Was there any unspeakable reason?

Maybe. Otherwise, how could Helena abandon her own child and take Clara home to raise her?

But now, Clara didn't have so many thoughts. The most important thing was to find that child.

"Stop asking, Clara. I beg you. Stop asking," Helena held Clara's hand and cried.

Seeing Helena's attitude, Clara was even more confused. "Why, mom? If I don't go to find her, what

about your disease? It's life-threatening."

"I'll give up treatment. Forget it." Helena shook her head while crying. "You don't have to worry about

me. That's it."

"Mom!" Hearing Helena's words, Clara was shocked. "How can you give up? If anything happens to

you, what should I do? Even if I am not your biological daughter, you have raised me up. In my heart,

you are my mother."

Hearing that, Helena hugged her and cried out, "Sweety, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."

Patting on Helena's back, Clara sobbed, "It doesn't matter, mom. I appreciate you for raising me up.

Can you tell me where the child is? I can't live without you."

Hearing what Clara said, Helena slowly pushed her away, wiping her tears, "Clara, don't ask about that.

I won't tell you. That's it. That's the end. I just resign myself to my fate."

"Mom, how can you think so?" Clara was anxious. "What's so secret about it? I beg you, mom. Can you

tell me?"

But Helena seemed to resolve to conceal the truth. "Clara, I'm tired. Don't ask. You can leave now. I

want to have a rest."

"Mom, you..." Still unwilling to give up, Clara wanted to ask more. But Helena had already turned

around and lay down. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Clara bypassed the bed and walked to Helena. She wanted to continue persuading Helena, but Clara

saw that even if Helena's eyes were closed, Helena's tears kept falling down along the corners of her

eyes and wetted the pillow corner.

This scene made Clara's heart ache. Maybe her mother really had something difficult to tell. She

shouldn't have forced her mother like this.

Thinking of this, Clara took a piece of tissue, squatted down and wiped Helena's tears. "Okay, mom, I

won't ask anymore. Don't cry. Have a good rest. I'll leave."

Helena didn't open her eyes or reply to Clara. She just lay there silently with tears in her eyes. Seeing

this, Clara had to stand up slowly, turned around and left the ward reluctantly.

Walking on the way home in a daze, Clara felt a stirring of emotions in her chest now, mingled with

sadness and disappointment. But what mainly occupied her head were bewilderment and perplexity.