Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 187: You Saw That Day at the Old Residence?

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: You Saw That Day at the Old Residence?

"Mm." The man responded briefly, without elaborating.

These past ten days were more than just sleepless nights for him.

For the first five days, Clara was in the ICU, and there were fixed times each day when he could visit.

Every day, he would finish all his work in half a day and visit the ICU promptly in the afternoon.

He couldn’t bear to leave after visiting, so he would stand outside the door, gazing at her through the glass on the door. He would gaze for an entire afternoon, almost turning into a "waiting wife stone."

After Clara was transferred from the ICU to the VIP ward, he stayed in the ward to work.

The doctors suggested talking more to the patient as it could help awaken them.

So Silas switched all meetings to online video calls, always glancing occasionally to check if she had awakened during meetings.

Any documents requiring his signature were delivered by his assistant to the ward for him to sign.

He would sleep on the sofa in the ward or doze off sitting by the bedside.

Once he finished his work, he would sit by the bedside and talk to Clara.

He talked about everything—sometimes sharing stories from his childhood, sometimes recounting events between them, sometimes voicing his own inner monologues.

Silas kept all this to himself.

As long as she could wake up, everything was worth it.

He didn’t want to "sell misery."

These were all things he felt he should do as her husband.

After chatting for a while, Silas then pressed the button to call the doctors and nurses over.

After the doctor examined Clara, he finally relaxed a bit, with a smile on his face, "Congratulations, President Sheffield, your wife’s condition has stabilized and there’s no major concern now. She will just need another week of hospitalization to recover before she can be discharged."

Upon hearing the doctor’s words, the tension that had kept Silas taut for ten days finally eased.

He slowly let out a sigh of relief, and the gloom in his heart gradually dissipated.

Upon learning Clara had awoken, Sophie and her parents hurriedly came over.

"Clara, you’re finally awake; you scared me to death."

Sophie gave Clara a big hug as soon as she entered, but careful not to hurt Clara’s wound, she controlled her strength to not hurt her.

"You’ve been unconscious for ten days; I’ve been worried about you every single day," Sophie exclaimed, crying tears of joy, her voice choked, eyes reddened.

"It’s good you’re awake, it’s good you’re awake," Joanne also expressed concern, "I always said that Clara has luck on her side."

"Does my mom know about my car accident?" Clara’s heart tightened.

Her mother’s health was already poor. Although the surgery was successful, the doctor repeatedly stressed the need for rest after surgery, avoiding any shocks.

She worried her mother would be shocked upon hearing about her accident, causing her condition to worsen.

"Don’t worry, we haven’t told your mother," Joanne reassured, "Your mother can’t handle shocks, so we found an excuse to keep it hidden from her."

"These few days your mother called to inquire about your situation, and we said you were participating in a closed experiment and couldn’t contact the outside world until it ended."

Sophie added, "Since you had previously apprenticed with Mr. Cheney, we said you went to do experiments with him."

Clara nodded, "Thank you."

This excuse made sense, as she had told her mother about her apprenticeship before, and mentioned working on experiments with Warren Cheney after graduation.

"Family members don’t need to say thank you," Joanne held Clara’s hand, "The doctor says you can be discharged after a week, so during this time, rest well in the hospital."

"Mm."

During Clara’s week of hospitalization, the Sheffield Family’s uncles, aunts, and siblings all came to visit her.

Even Rose Sheffield, who was busy with her business abroad, made time to fly back home to see her.

Rose took a long-distance flight lasting over ten hours, rushing to the hospital to see Clara as soon as she landed in Crestwood, without resting.

"Clara, hearing the news of your incident scared me to death," Rose’s eyes were filled with concern, "it’s good you’re alright now, we were all very worried about you."

Clara was surprised to find Rose had come all the way back to see her; she was touched and felt warm inside.

"Aunt, I’m fine now, you’re busy with work, you don’t need to fly such a long distance just to see me. A flight over ten hours is too tiring."

"From the first moment I saw you, I felt a connection with you, I truly like you," Rose said with a smile.

"You are part of the Sheffield Family now, and having something so substantial happen to you, how could I, as your aunt, not come back and see you?" Rose gently patted Clara’s hand, "You can always earn more money, work can be done anytime, but each family member is unique."

Hearing Rose’s words deeply touched Clara.

"I’m really blessed to have married Silas and to be surrounded by such a caring family."

"Surviving disaster leads to good fortune; Clara, good things are yet to come for you." Rose hugged her gently.

Clara hugged Rose back, whispering softly in her ear, "Aunt, you too, you will definitely find happiness."

She didn’t directly mention the matter of Rose and Jacob Underwood.

But Rose, clever and sensitive, quickly guessed it.

"Did you see it all that day at the old house?" Rose’s tone carried no reproach, just a gentle inquiry.

"I overheard," Clara replied truthfully, pursing her lips.

Rose smiled bitterly, "It seems ridiculous, right?"

Clara shook her head, "No, I don’t think it’s ridiculous. Love is something that can’t be controlled."

"Besides, you and he aren’t related by blood; the so-called generational gap doesn’t actually exist—it’s just an age difference," Clara said earnestly, "Just five years, it’s merely a sister-brother relationship."

"People who have an age gap of twenty or thirty years in their May-December romances can go on to marry, so what’s a five year difference?" Clara was sincere in her words.

In the ward with only the two of them, upon Rose’s initiative, Clara openly shared her views.

Listening to Clara’s words, Rose knew Clara sincerely wished her well, and she was deeply moved.

Previously, due to her good relationship with the Underwood couple and being Madam Sheffield’s youngest daughter.

Every time she met with the Underwood Family, the couple would have Jacob Underwood call her "Aunt."

Over time, even she began to feel like she was a generation apart from Jacob Underwood.

Clara’s words today awakened her.

Without blood ties, the so-called generational gap really doesn’t exist.

She and Jacob Underwood are merely five years apart.

Their relationship doesn’t violate morals or ethics.

Rose suddenly felt enlightened.

Her mindset underwent a radical change.

She thought, perhaps she could try to change, to strive for her happiness.

"I’ve accepted your well wishes, Clara." Rose’s enchanting eyes showed a smile, "I will strive for my happiness, too."