Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 308 Laura's Legs

"Laura!" Horace was stunned when he saw Laura rolled down the stairs and lay motionless on the NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

ground.

He remembered clearly that when he broke free, he controlled his strength, how could she fall? Did he

just use too much strength? But now he doesn't have the time to think about it anymore.

He hurriedly ran down to help her, but he found that she had lost consciousness and passed out, and

there was blood on her forehead.

Frightened, Horace turned his head and shouted to Isaac, "Call an ambulance!"

When Isaac heard Laura confessing to Horace, he was full of contempt. This woman is really good at

acting, she has done so many vicious things, but in the end, she says that she is the biggest victim.

Fortunately, Horace didn't show any intention of accepting her.

But what happened? Why did she suddenly fall?

Isaac had been paying attention to the two of them just now. He would never believe that Horace's

strength just now would make her fall. Could it be that she did it on purpose?

Maybe this is the case. There is nothing that she can't do to achieve her goals. Maybe this was her

trick to make Horace accept her.

Isaac, who was thinking about these things, was pulled back by a shout. Although he had doubts about

this matter, he couldn't tell Horace. After all, to a certain extent, he was also Laura's accomplice, and

he really couldn't find a reason to explain that to Horace.

"Okay," Isaac responded, and then quickly took out his phone and contacted the hospital. They should

take her to the hospital first. Whether she did it on purpose or not, it's always a fact that she was

injured now. After all, it was a life. And if something happened to her, he wouldn't be able to find his

parents either.

After a while, the siren of an ambulance rang downstairs. Horace hurriedly helped the ambulance crew

to carry her onto a stretcher, and then went to the hospital with him.

In any case, he had responsibility and it was necessary to ensure the safety of her life. The matter of

going abroad to find Clara could only wait for a while.

Waiting outside the door of the operating room, Horace's face was tense.

On the one hand, he was worried about Laura's injury and prayed that nothing would happen to her,

otherwise, he might be the one to blame.

On the other hand, what made him more anxious was Clara. Where is she now, has she arrived?

Where should he go to find her? What if Clara still insists on divorce after they meet? What can he do

to keep her?

Horace wished he could find Clara right away and then keep her by his side for the rest of his life, and

never let her leave for half a mile. Now that he missed her crazily but could not see her, which was

driving him crazy. Laura was still in the operating room, so he couldn't walk away so irresponsibly.

Just when his patience was about to run out, the lights in the operating room finally went out. Seeing

the doctor coming out, Horace immediately stepped forward and asked how she was doing.

But the doctor had a heavy expression on his face, "Who are you?"

"I'm her friend," Horace replied, with a bad feeling in his heart.

"You'd better inform her family as soon as possible. The patient's legs were hurt severely and the

surgery isn't necessarily effective. I'm afraid she will have to spend the rest of her life on a wheelchair."

After the doctor finished speaking, he shook his head, with a regretful expression on his face, "It's a pity

that she was disabled at a young age. You should calm her down when she wakes up. I'm afraid she

won't accept that easily."

Then the doctor turned around and walked away, leaving Horace alone, who was still and couldn't

react.

Disabled? How come was she hurt so badly? He didn't use much strength to swing her off at the time.

But it was not the time to shirk responsibility. It seemed that Laura did fall because of him. He must be

responsible for this matter.

What should he do now? How could he tell Laura about this? She is still so young; can she accept the

fact that she will spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair?

Sitting weakly on the seat outside the operating room, Horace clasped his hands around his head,

feeling immensely guilty.

It's all his fault. He shouldn't have thrown her away rudely at that time. He should have talked to her

nicely and this would not have happened. What should he do now?

Isaac had been waiting with Horace outside the operating room. He was very shocked when he heard

the doctor's words. If she did it on purpose, she was paying too big a price.

Seeing Horace was full of remorse and guilt, Isaac felt uncomfortable and worried at the same time.

Horace is a responsible person and maybe he would take the initiative to take care of Laura for the rest

of his life. Perhaps this was what she wanted.

But if so, what about Clara? Thinking of this, Isaac stepped forward and asked Horace, "Sir, are you

planning to find Clara now? I'll go book a flight right away!"

Horace was silent and did not speak. Seeing his reaction, Isaac's heart missed a beat. It seemed that

she got what she wanted.

Horace pondered for a moment and then said, "That can wait. I need to take care of this first."

Horace wanted to go to Clara immediately, but Laura was still lying on the hospital bed and it was

because of him. How could he just leave?

He got up and walked towards Laura's ward, leaving Isaac anxious but unable to do anything.

When he walked into the ward, Laura was already awake, but her face was pale and bloodless, which

looked very weak and pitiful.

Seeing Horace come in, her eyes were filled with tears. "Horace, the nurse told me just now, my legs...

my legs..."

Laura choked up and did not speak.

Hearing that she already knew about this matter, the guilt in his eyes became even stronger.

Walking to her bedside, he half squatted down and said, "Laura, this is all my fault. Don't worry, I will

take care of you, I'm so sorry."

Hearing his apology, she felt surprised but proud, but she still pretended to be sad and said, "It's all

right, Horace, don't say that, I can't blame you for this. I can only blame myself; I shouldn't have

stopped you."

Then she covered her mouth to prevent herself from crying out loud, "But I really can't forget you and I

can't control my feelings. I thought you would wait for me...I..."

She cried bitterly and couldn't finish her words.