Chapter 183 Test Result
Chapter 183 Test Result
Blood abnormalities...
She was pregnant!
She was really pregnant!
Clara couldn't tell what she was feeling right now!
Clara thought, how do I tell Horace the Good News? How would he react if he knew she was pregnant
with his child?
The other side.
In the CEO's office, Solrace.
On the phone, Isaac had just finished briefing Horace on his work, and then something hit him, "Mr.
Kirkland," he said, "I saw Madam go to the hospital just now, and she went there alone. I was worried
that there might be something wrong with her health, so I just wanted to let you know."
Horace stiffened.
Hospital?
Was Clara sick?
Almost in a daze, he told his secretary that all meetings and interviews were canceled, rolled in his
wheelchair, and told Isaac, "Isaac, we're going to the hospital."
Isaac's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it.
The workaholic Mr. Kirkland, would postpone all his meetings just because his wife was in the hospital?
Shocked as he was, he hurried after him.
In the car, Horace had impatiently asked Isaac to call the hospital to find out what was wrong with
Clara.
But the results were amazing.
"Congratulations, Mr. Kirkland, Congratulations!" He looked very happy. "Mrs. Kirkland did indeed go to
Hospital. When I asked the nurses, they said that she went to the gynecology department for a medical
examination. Moreover, she was indeed pregnant!"
Isaac couldn't hear anything from the backseat, just the sound of cars whistling in the street. He turned
to Horace, speaking in a worried tone. "Sir..."
But when he turned his head, he was stunned.
Horace was in his wheelchair with a look on his face that Isaac had never seen before.
There was a shock, there was a little helplessness in his eyes, but moreover, ecstasy!
He and Clara were having children of their own?
He's going to be a father!
It was the first time Isaac had seen Horace loses his composure after working with him for so many
years. He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Kirkland, are we still going to the hospital? Mrs. Kirkland seemed
to have gone home."
"No," Horace said. "Let's go home."
...
At home, Clara was still trying to figure out how to tell Horace that she was pregnant, and she thought
about it and decided to wait until Horace got home tonight to surprise him!
Clara made dinner because it would take a while for Horace to come back, but she didn't expect
Horace to come back so soon.
She looked at the clock. He came back early today.
Clara ran up to him and said, "Horace, I have good news for you..."
Before she could finish, did not expect Horace to suddenly pull her onto his wheelchair and hold her
tightly.
He whispered in Clara's ear, "Clara, this is the best present I've ever received."
Listening to his confusing words, Clara didn't quite follow.
Horace chuckled and added, "It looks like the supplements are working!"
"You knew?" Clara said.
Horace nodded.
Clara was contented to see Horace being so ecstatic.
They went to the dinner table together, and Clara, in order to share the good news with Horace, had
asked the maid to leave early, leaving them alone in the house.
Horace looked at the food on the table and frowned. "You made this?"
"Yeah."
"You're pregnant. Don't do this," Horace said, taking Clara's hand and frowning. "Get some rest."
Clara was amused, thinking Horace was a bit overreacting.
When they finished eating, Clara stood up to do the dishes. She didn't expect Horace to grip her hand.
"I'll do it. You go get some rest."
With that, he got up from his wheelchair and went in to wash the dishes.
Clara's eyes bulged.
That's overreacting, right?
She wanted to say she could do the dishes, but when she saw Horace's serious face, she couldn't say
anything. She could only listen to Horace in the kitchen.
After washing the dishes, Clara prepared to go upstairs to rest. However, Horace stopped her and
carried her up the stairs. "Be careful. I'll carry you up."
Clara was in a real funk right now.
"Horace, I'm just pregnant, not sick. This is too much."
Horace was stubborn. "I want to do this."
Clara looked at Horace's eyes the domineering, didn't want to say much, in fact, she felt warm.
When she got to the bedroom, Clara was about to take a shower, but Horace followed her into the
bathroom and whispered, "Let me help you."
"You're coming with me? Oh, my God." Clara was completely stunned.
Horace ignored her, sat Clara down in the bathroom, held a towel in his hand, and began to rub her
back.
Clara felt a little touched and said, "Horace, you don't have to be so careful with me. I'm fine." Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
"No."
Horace was still stubborn but carefully rubbed her back, in a very gentle action.
Horace, apparently not a very good caregiver, gave Clara a bath, but after a while, his white shirt was
soaking wet.
Clara couldn't help frowning, "Horace, you really don't need to help me shower, you go, hiss..."
Before Clara could finish her sentence, Horace's hand slid across her inner thigh, giving her a shiver.
Horace looked at her suddenly red face and chuckled. "Why, Clara, what's on your mind?"
Clara's face was even redder.
She gritted her teeth and changed the subject in a low voice. "No, I just saw your shirt was wet. I was
afraid it would make you uncomfortable."
"Oh?" Horace raised his eyebrows. His usually cold face looked a little evil now. "So, do you want me to
take it off? Do you want me to shower with you?"
"No, it's not!" Clara wanted to bite her tongue off. Whatever she said would be misinterpreted by
Horace. Fortunately, she didn't say anything and just kept quiet, under Horace's care.
After some time, Clara watched as Horace wiped her down. Finally, she couldn't help but whisper,
"Horace, do you really like children?"
Horace glanced at Clara and whispered, "I like it because it's our baby."
Clara's heart skipped a beat and she couldn't help smiling.
She reached out and covered her belly with indescribable satisfaction.
Good, there was a little life, from now on, in addition to her mother and Horace, she would have
another family in this world, and it was her flesh and blood, they were connected to each other.