Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chapter 66 She Was Hurt by Trying to Protect Me.

But in the end, it was too late.

As Darren yelled out, the man's dagger stabbed Clara directly in the arm.

"Ahh..."

The excruciating pain caused Clara's body to shiver, staggering, she fell to the ground.

At the same time, Darren had finally rushed to the man and swung his fist across without saying a

word!

Russell was a soldier and was always very strict with his children and grandchildren, who had been

taught essential martial arts and karate since they were young. The man was knocked to the ground

with a punch.

"Clara!" Darren didn't even bother to look at the man on the ground. He just quickly rushed to Clara,

who had fallen to the ground and picked her up.

Looking at her pale face and red silk shirt, Darren felt as if his heart had been hammered by something!

The next second, he looked around at the stunned crowd and shouted, "What are you doing standing

there? Call an ambulance!"

Only then did everyone wake up as if from a dream, trembling while rushing to dial the ambulance

number.

Darren held Clara tightly, who was uncomfortable with his sudden closeness and whispered, "Don't be

so nervous. It's just a small wound on the arm. Let go of me. Everyone's watching."

But Darren, as if he couldn't hear her, just held his hand over her bleeding wound, shuddered, and

shouted in anger, "Clara, you're an idiot! Do you have any idea how dangerous that situation was? Why

did you come at me?"

Darren seemed to have forgotten that there were people from the company watching, that he had been

loathing Clara the other day, and that Clara had betrayed him two years ago.

At the moment, all he could see was Clara's ghastly white face and the bright red blood.

And...

Clara's words, "Darren, look out!"

Clara looked at Darren in front of her, and for a moment, she was dazed.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that the Darren in front of her had changed back to the Darren she

was once familiar with.

Not the Darren in the suit who was always sneering at her, but the Darren in the white shirt and jeans

giggling at her on his bike in the schoolyard.

Darren didn't seem to notice the change in Clara's eyes and was still scolding her in annoyance,

"Clara, you silly girl! What kind of gallantry are you trying to display?"

Clara froze, and then suddenly couldn't help but laugh.

The smile was a bitter one.

She remembered that Darren had loved to say that about her when they were studying together.

Whenever she stayed up late to work on her scholarship, she stood up for a female student in the

same faculty who was not treated fairly, and she went on a long run for the sports day even though she

had her period...

He would have hugged her angrily and said heartily, "Clara, do you remember you're a girl!"

At that moment, the ambulance sounded outside, and without saying a word, Darren picked Clara up

directly across the room and walked out quickly with her in his arms, ignoring the gasps and shocked

stares of the people around him.

In Darren's familiar embrace, Clara was lost in thought again.

For a moment, she felt as if she had been transported back to that summer three years ago, when, still

on her period, she had participated in a long-distance race and fainted from the pain at the end. Darren

had tumbled down from the stands, picked her up and rushed to the infirmary...

Clara was a little deterred from thinking more about it.

The more you remember some things, the more they reflect the hopelessness of today.

The ambulance quickly took Clara to the hospital. Clara wanted to leave after having her wounds

treated on the spot, but Darren, who was making a big deal out of it, used his identity and asked for a

private room, making Clara protest to no avail.

As she lay down in the ward reluctantly, Darren went to pay for the treatment. Clara was thinking of

how to sneak away when her mobile phone suddenly rang.

Clara shivered when she saw the caller ID.

It was Horace.

Clara was a bit afraid to tell Horace about her injury, but she couldn't answer his call, so she picked up.

"Hello..."

"Clara, where are you?" Horace's low voice rang out over the phone.

"I..." Clara's voice couldn't help but drop a few notches, "I'm at the hospital."

"The hospital?" Horace's voice on the phone suddenly sank, "What are you doing in the hospital?"

"Um... I got injured, but no big deal." Clara didn't want to lie to Horace, and with this bandage so

obvious, she was sure he would see it when she got home, so she had to be honest. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Injured?" Horace's voice suddenly rose sharply, "What hospital are you in?"

"Pine Valley Medical Center."

It was only ten minutes after the call hung up that Horace's wheelchair appeared at Clara's door, in

such a hurry that Clara was even worried that he might just get up and run on two legs.

As soon as Horace entered the ward, he saw the thick bandages on Clara's arms, and his face turned

grim.

His wheelchair slid swiftly in front of Clara, and his voice was a little cold, "Clara, is this the minor injury

you were talking about?"

Clara scowled in fear and looked cautiously at Horace, "You're angry?"

Horace was indeed angry.

Very angry.

Angry at Clara. She couldn't even take good care of herself!

But his worry overshadowed his anger when he looked at Clara's pale face.

"Never mind." Horace's tone finally softened, "How did you get hurt?"

Clara's face froze, suddenly a bit unsure of how to answer.

Was she going to say that she had taken the knife for Darren?

Then Horace would probably be even angrier, wouldn't he?

Just as she was thinking about how to answer, the door to the ward suddenly opened, and Darren

walked in, looking so worried that he didn't even notice Horace next to him, and said, "Clara, the

hospitalization procedure is completed, and the police have caught the man who attacked me, so you

don't have to worry about it. Just have a rest—"

Darren was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly noticed Horace in the room and stopped

his words.

The atmosphere in the ward suddenly became tense.

"Darren?" The moment Horace saw Darren, his eyebrows raised slightly and his tone displeased,

"What are you doing here?"

Darren was not yet able to hide his temperament as invisibly as Horace. At this moment, seeing

Horace's expression, there was an uncontrollable amount of oddity. However, he still replied, "A mob

attacked me at the company, and Clara was injured trying to protect me, so I sent her to the hospital."