Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man! Chapter 190: President Hawthorne, I Heard You Have a Marriag

The door was opened by Silas Sheffield.

At the mont the door swung open, both n were montarily startled.

Julian Hawthorne held a bouquet of green eustoma in his right hand and a fruit basket in his left, "I heard Clara was hospitalized here. I ca to see her."

Silas Sheffield raised an eyebrow, his gaze casually sweeping over the items in his hands, then he stepped aside to make room, "Co in."

As Julian entered, Clara Sterling had just finished her dication.

She set down her cup and looked up to see Julian, her expression montarily stunned.

She almost blurted out, "Why are you here?"

Fortunately, her mind reacted faster than her mouth, catching herself before she spoke the words.

It would be rude for her to say such a thing when soone ca with goodwill to visit her.

Julian spoke first, "Why didn’t you tell about sothing this serious? It was Ian Kane who inford ."

Clara pressed her lips together, "I didn’t even tell Anabelle Spencer or Lisa Holloway. I didn’t want my friends to worry. I’m fine now, and I can be discharged tomorrow."

Just as Julian was about to say sothing, Silas walked over.

He took the flowers and fruit basket from Julian’s hands, "I appreciate President Hawthorne taking ti out of your busy schedule to visit Clara. I’ll thank you on her behalf."

Julian couldn’t help but find it amusing seeing Silas eager to mark his territory.

"Rest assured, President Sheffield, I’m just visiting Clara as a friend, nothing more." Julian said, half-smiling, "Is President Sheffield feeling that insecure? Or is it that you lack confidence in yourself?"

The atmosphere between the two n turned instantly tense, like the flicker of gunpowder in the air.

Silas curled his lips, "I’m rely reminding President Hawthorne that excessive concern could be a bother to others."

This remark packed quite the punch.

Because Julian truly was worried that he might cause inconvenience to Clara.

A faint hint of hurt flashed through Julian’s eyes.

Clara felt a bit awkward, "It wouldn’t be a bother, it’s just a friendly visit."

Silas wasn’t letting Julian off the hook easily, "Clara has always had a good sense of boundaries. She considers you a friend and hopes President Hawthorne can keep the distance appropriate, maintaining your position."

Julian sneered, "Of course."

Watching the two n bickering, Clara felt her head spinning.

Silas usually was mature and calm, always composed, but whenever facing Julian, he liked sparring with him.

"Alright, you two, no need to be at each other’s throats all the ti." Clara joked to dissipate the tension, "I’m a patient who needs rest. You’re giving a headache arguing like this."

The words had their effect.

Both n were concerned about her health.

Once she spoke, Silas and Julian tacitly stopped talking.

Clara glanced at the green eustoma Julian brought, "The flowers are beautiful, thank you."

"Green symbolizes vitality. Wishing you a speedy recovery." Julian’s expression softened.

"Thank you." Clara smiled slightly, her tone polite yet distant.

This kind of cordial distance pleased Silas.

But it dimd Julian’s gaze.

He lowered his eyes, bitterness spreading within him.

"I ca to see you this ti, and it seems you’re recovering well. Take care and rest, I’ll be heading out."

"Alright." Clara didn’t extend an invitation to stay.

Instead, it was Silas who spoke, "I’ll see you out."

Clara: "?"

Downstairs.

Julian’s expression was cold and direct, "Is there sothing you want to say?"

Silas didn’t beat around the bush, "President Hawthorne, I heard you have a marriage arrangent with the Spencer Family?"

"Sothing casually ntioned by the elders doesn’t count." Julian’s expression was indifferent, "Since you have found out about this so-called arrangent, you must also know I’ve never acknowledged it, and even severed ties with the Hawthorne Family for it."

"Regardless of whether your arrangent with the Spencer Family stands, Clara is the wife of the Sheffield Group’s CEO, and that won’t change," Silas stated coldly, "Keep your distance from her, and don’t drag her into any gossip again."

He referred to the rumor caused by a coffee eting last ti.

At the ntion of this, a flash of guilt flickered in Julian’s mind, "I’m truly sorry about that."

Then, he shifted the topic, "However, just having coffee is a very normal activity. To think rumors of infidelity could arise from a re coffee picture, surely President Sheffield knows who the source of these stories targeted?"

The usual mildness in Julian was nowhere to be found as he narrowed his eyes with a frosty glare, "Instead of warning , President Sheffield, shouldn’t you be handling your own affairs with the opposite sex?"

Silas’s deanor was imposing, a chilling stare eting Julian’s gaze, "No need to trouble you with that."

After Julian finished, a thought struck him, and he gritted his teeth, "Could it be that Clara’s car accident wasn’t an accident at all?"

...

The next morning, Clara was discharged from the hospital.

Clara initially planned to return to Veridian the next day, but Silas was concerned that the journey imdiately after being discharged would be too taxing, so he suggested she stay in Crestwood a few more days to recuperate.

The flight back to Veridian was booked for three days later.

During those three days, Clara rested at the villa in The Ripplewood Estate.

On the day of Clara’s discharge, the old lady specifically instructed the cook from the main house to prepare nutritious soup and als, and had them sent over by driver.

Silas carried the food into the room to find Clara lounging in a chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, flipping through a tech magazine.

Seeing Silas enter, she closed the magazine and set it aside, "Did you order this al?"

"Grandmother had Mrs. Lowell prepare it and sent it over through the driver."

Silas opened the thermal container.

"Mrs. Lowell has been with the grandmother at the old residence for over a decade. She specializes in authentic Crestwood cuisine. Grandmother said she doesn’t trust anyone else to cook for you, she feels secure with her own staff."

"So it was sent from the main house." Clara got up and walked over, "Grandmother is so thoughtful."

"She really likes you now." Silas smiled, "Try and see if these dishes suit your taste."

Clara lowered her gaze to the food on the table: black chicken ginseng soup, stir-fried shrimp, white jade tofu, and a stead east star grouper.

The dishes were light yet nutritious, all of which she favored.

For those three days, the grandmother would have Mrs. Lowell prepare different als each day, flavorful and varied, indicating genuine thoughtfulness.

Through her actions, the grandmother showed she had genuinely accepted Clara into the family, with many similar gestures.

Clara was ward at heart.

Three days later, she and Silas returned to Veridian together.

Her health had fully recovered, and the nurous supplents had nourished her to a rosy complexion, no longer showing any signs of illness.

Yvonne Sterling had been kept completely in the dark about her daughter’s accident.