Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man! Chapter 193: Silas Sheffield’s Mother

"My biological mother." Silas Sheffield’s eyes were dark and deep, like an unfathomable pool, and his slightly hoarse voice betrayed sadness, "She also had a teardrop mole beneath her left eye."

Clara Sterling was slightly stunned.

She had never heard Silas Sheffield voluntarily talk about his late biological mother before.

"She passed away in a car accident when I was a year old..."

Silas Sheffield said with difficulty, "At that ti, I was too young to understand the true aning of life and death, and by the ti I did, it was too late; I could never see her again."

Silas Sheffield rarely showed such a vulnerable side.

A deep and dense pain swept through Clara’s heart, affected by Silas’s emotions, a wave of sadness welled up inside her.

"Do you have a photo?" Clara asked.

"I do."

Silas got out of bed, walked to the cabinet in the corner, and opened it to retrieve a tin box.

Silas handed the tin box over to Clara, "Her photos are all in here."

Clara took the box.

The box was heavy, just like her mood.

Clara opened the box, and inside was an album.

She gently flipped open the album, and the first photo was of a kind-looking woman holding a little boy.

The woman was beautiful, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a high nose bridge, smiling lips, and a mole beneath her eye.

Seeing the woman’s face, Clara’s eyes widened in shock.

In her dreams, she could never recall the woman’s face, only the teardrop mole beneath her left eye.

At this mont, seeing the photo, the woman’s face in the dream gradually beca clear and overlapped with the woman in the photograph.

Clara’s fingers trembled as she gently touched the photo.

The woman in her dream turned out to be Silas Sheffield’s mother!

In an instant, she seed to be back in that dream.

In the dream, the woman pulled her close, gently stroked her head, and a tender voice sounded in her ear, "Your family and friends are waiting for you, hurry back, sweetheart."

Suddenly, Clara’s eyes filled with a layer of mist, and her eye corners tinged with red.

Her voice was slightly trembling, "It’s her, the person in my dream is your mother..."

"It’s her who snatched from the hands of death." Clara looked up at Silas, with tears glistening, her voice choked, "If it weren’t for your mother, I might not have made it back."

Silas’s gaze trembled lightly, sadness welled up in his eyes, his lips moved, but he couldn’t make a sound.

Clara was greatly shocked.

This matter was too mysterious, beyond scientific explanation.

She had never seen a photo of Silas’s mother before, nor did she know what she looked like.

Yet, she entered her dream and reclaid her from the clutches of death.

Silas’s mother had passed away in a car accident.

And she, too, almost lost her life in a car accident.

After a long pause, Silas said hoarsely, "She must have known you were soone I deeply loved, so she sent you back to my side."

Clara’s eyes stung, and a wave of sorrow spread in her heart.

"Your mother must have been a very gentle person."

Clara vaguely rembered, in the dream, she was so gentle, speaking softly, her brow and eyes were docile.

Silas’s voice was very light, husky, as if coming from a distant place.

"Actually, I can’t rember clearly anymore. When she left, I was only two years old; the mories of her are very vague. I’ve already forgotten her voice, forgotten her face. Without the photos, I wouldn’t even know what she looked like; she never appeared in my dreams..."

Silas’s eye corners flushed red, and towards the end, his voice trembled.

Clara reached out to gently embrace him, "Mom must have been afraid you’d be sad to rember her, so she didn’t enter your dreams."

"Her na is Sharon Sherman." Silas’s distinct fingers gently flipped through the album.

The second photo was of Silas’s father and mother’s wedding photo.

In his youth, Zeke Sheffield was very handso, with a high nose and deep eyes, and a clean bone structure.

"My mom was from Valeria. According to my grandma, she was very smart from a young age, witty and quirky, and was even the child leader in the village. After giving birth to , her personality beca much more gentle."

This was the first ti Silas talked to Clara about his mom.

His emotions gradually stabilized, his brow becoming gentle, "Grandma said, when a girl becos a mother, she becos much more composed."

Speaking of which, Silas composed himself, "Grandma and uncle are in Valeria. Recently, we’ve been too busy and haven’t had the chance to take you there. Now that you’ve graduated and have free ti, once I finish this busy period, I’ll take you to Valeria. Grandma called a few days ago, urging to bring you back."

"Alright," Clara said with a smile, "I’d love to et Grandma and Uncle."

"They’re easy to get along with." Silas’s thumb gently rubbed her palm.

"Uncle used to be a middle school teacher, retired a couple of years ago, and has since been living in the village for his retirent along with Aunt. My cousin is ten years older than , his child is in fourth grade now. When cousin and cousin-in-law got married, they bought a house in downtown Valeria. They usually live in the city and occasionally visit Grandma and Uncle in the countryside."

Clara nodded, "Alright, once you’re done with this busy period, we’ll go to Valeria."

"Hmm."

Clara asked, "Your mother is from Valeria, your father from Crestwood, so how did they et?"

"My grandma said they t when my dad traveled to Valeria just after graduating from college. That year, my dad was twenty-two, my mom was nineteen; it was love at first sight, and they quickly fell in love."

"At the ti, my mom secretly followed my dad back to Crestwood to be with him, which my grandparents were quite unhappy about, thinking he abducted their daughter."

"Two years later, my dad drove with a heap of gifts to Valeria to propose to my grandparent’s house."

Clara asked, "Did your grandparents agree?"

"Initially, they didn’t. My mom was still young, only twenty-one, whereas my dad was twenty-four, which was considered a suitable age for marriage at the ti. He eagerly wanted to marry my mom, but my grandparents weren’t ready to marry her off so early, so they didn’t agree when my dad went to propose."

"According to my grandma, corn harvest season had just arrived. My dad helped with farm work in the village, carrying baskets of corn from the field and manually husking them one by one. After husking, he had to lay them on mats to dry, then pack them into burlap sacks."

"My dad worked on farm chores for several days, accepting the hard labor and never complaining. Grandma said he was more efficient than a donkey on the production team."

"After those days of farm work, my grandparents began to warm up to my dad, showing signs of softening."

"My dad seized the opportunity, doing various chores at my grandparents’ house, cooking, feeding pigs, herding cattle—he did it all without a single complaint, fulfilling every request graciously."

Clara couldn’t help but be amazed, "I didn’t imagine your dad would have such an experience in his youth."

The Sheffield family was a prestigious family for generations, Zeke Sheffield was born with a silver spoon, living a life of privilege from childhood; he never endured such hardship.

Clara sighed, "It seems your father really loved your mother; he was willing to endure any hardship for her."