Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

Chpater 83 I Trust Him

The story struck fear into Clara's heart, "Did Laura die in the fire and only Horace survived?"

"You are right," Stephanie turned much more serious and also paler, "However, according to the case

record I found in the police office, the kidnappers actually tied Horace and Laura together, but Horace

fled from the warehouse with his injured legs while Laura was found dead tied up."

Clara also turned pale, "So you mean that…"

"Yes," Stephanie lowered her voice, "Horace left her girlfriend to death and ran away alone."

"No," Clara blurted out, "No, it couldn't be. Horace couldn't be selfish enough to do such a terrible

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Although she hadn't been with Horace for a long time, she was sure that, no matter how cold he

seemed to be, he was actually a gentle and kind person in nature.

Thus, she couldn't believe that he would actually leave his girlfriend to death and fled away himself.

Realizing that Clara would continue to trust and defend him, Stephanie gave her another pathetic look

and sighed again, "Clara, none of those rich men can face death bravely. Instead, they are more afraid

of it than other people. More importantly, Horace was only a boy at that time, so it is understandable

that he would flee away alone."

Biting her lips, Clara lapsed into silence.

"That's all I know about this case. Before I could conduct further and more detailed investigation, the

Kirkland family had already suppressed the news," Stephanie continued, "Well, at the very beginning, I

didn't want to tell you about this case since you have already married Horace. However, as a stubborn

person myself, I insist that if a man doesn't even try to save his beloved one when encountering

danger, you can't entrust your life on him."

While saying, Stephanie held Clara's hands gently, "You are a good girl. I want you to know that you

can't be cheated by what he has shown you, and neither can you hold some unrealistic fantasies

towards him. You should depend on yourself so that you can live your own ideal life."

Of course, Clara knew that Stephanie told her the details because she cared about her. She squeezed

a smile and said, "Thank you for telling me this, Stephanie. I still can't convince myself that Horace

would act in such a selfish way."

That Clara was so wrongheaded made Stephanie anxious, "Clara, you can't be an obsessive of

Horace! You should know that those rich men are cold and cruel in nature! You can't depend your life

on them!"

Smiling, Clara lapsed into silence again.

Now she had calmed down from the shock and could gradually digest and analyze the information

learnt from Stephanie and Darren.

She finally knew that the girl whom she was jealous of was Horace's first love.

What's more, whatever the truth, she died because of Horace, which was beyond question.

She also finally understood the profound sadness shown on Horace's face whenever he saw the

crystal necklace.

To be honest, who could truly get over the sadness brought by the death of his beloved one, especially

when the death happened in a fire because of him when they were both young and beautiful, so deeply

in love.

Clara couldn't dare to try to imagine how sad Horace had been all these years.

Compared to the pain caused by the injured legs, the pain caused by the loss of his beloved girl was

the real trauma.

With regard to what Darren had told her that Horace left the girl to death and ran away, Clara doubted.

Even though he did flee away himself, she believed that he had his reasons.

It seemed that she had a blind and irrational trust in Horace, but she still insisted on believing him.

She trusted him without hesitation, which was exactly the same as what Horace did to her two years

ago.

A married couple should, of course, understand and trust each other, shouldn't they?

Moreover, she couldn't be hardhearted enough to scold him after he had endured so much pain since

the kidnap ten years ago.

When Clara and Stephanie finished their conversation, their colleagues gradually came back from the

canteen.

They didn't dare to discuss the case anymore, so they went on to work silently.

Clara decided to go back to her small apartment when she finally finished her work that day.

In the afternoon, she received a text from Martha that a nurse had already been hired for Helena.

Yet she still felt worried about her mother's situation, so she went back to Horace's villa after she went

back home and made sure that the care worker was professional.

Meanwhile, in the CEO's office in the Solrace Corporation.

Horace was having a look at the newest fund model when Isaac suddenly knocked on the door and

entered the office.

"Mr. Kirkland," Isaac looked strange in his expression, "You asked me to investigate the man who

violated Mrs. Kirkland's safety two years ago and I had already checked all the security cameras and

records of the hotel. I found nothing suspicious except for one thing that had been forgotten in the

room."

The movement of Horace's fingers on the keyboard paused. He asked coldly, "You guys are so

inefficient. You have been investigating for such a long time, but with no satisfying results. Why can't

you investigate that thing left in the room yourself? And you even need my help."

Isaac's forehead began to sweat. He ventured, "Mr. Kirkland, I'll definitely conduct my investigation. But

before that, I believe that I must show it to you first."

Hearing that, Horace finally turned around from the computer and cast a look at the thing.

Isaac immediately put down that thing on the table and explained, "As a five-star hotel, Millennium

Hotel would keep and take care of everything that their guests have leave behind by accident, and then

try to get in touch with their guests. However, this time, they haven't been able to get in touch with the

owner of this item. Therefore, this handkerchief has been kept in the storage room for two years."

There was a handkerchief lying on the table in front of Horace.

It was a delicate dark-blue silk handkerchief with extremely high quality. It looked like a man's

handkerchief since there were no patterns on it except for a small English letter "J" in cursive

embroidered at the bottom.

When Horace saw the handkerchief, his countenance suddenly changed. He picked it up and observed

it carefully for a long time before he suddenly looked up at Isaac with deadly coldness in his eyes and

asked, "Are you sure that you found it in that room?"

Horace's pressing tone made Isaac scared. He stopped himself from shivering and suppressed his

desire to wipe his sweat with his handkerchief, "Yes, Mr. Kirkland.

All of a sudden, Horace tightly clenched his fist, which creased the handkerchief.

"Bring Alastair Jakovich to me!" he growled after a few seconds of silence.