Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man! Chapter 47: I’ll Have My Husband Deal with You!

Clara was still in a daze when she arrived at her workstation.

Yesterday, her mom asked about her and Silas Sheffield, and she was worried that Silas’s parents wouldn’t approve of them being together.

She didn’t expect them to co back early this morning and catch her and Silas kissing.

Oh god.

It’s so embarrassing and awkward to be seen kissing by the elders.

It’s the kind of thing that makes you feel socially dead every ti you think about it.

Clara’s face flushed with embarrassnt.

Lisa Holloway turned her head and looked over, asking suspiciously, "Eh? Clara, why is your face so red?"

"It’s nothing." Clara quickly changed the subject, "There are so many things to do today, I have to start working quickly, or I’ll have to work overti."

Lisa didn’t think much of it and just went along with Clara, "Yeah, the first quarter just ended, and there’s really a lot to do. We still have a quarterly summary eting on Monday..."

...

Sheffield Family.

Silas Sheffield finished chatting with Zeke Sheffield and walked out of the tea room, seeing a pile of supplents in the living room.

Joanne Quincy had a faint sorrow on her face, looking downbeat, "Silas, I heard from Clara that her mom is sick. I just called Little Yi, and he said Clara’s mom has stomach cancer..."

Joanne Quincy let out a long sigh, "Ah, poor Clara, she’s from a single-parent family, relying on her mom, and now her mom..."

Joanne couldn’t continue.

She truly felt heartache for Clara.

Silas Sheffield’s mood also dipped at the thought of Yvonne Sterling’s illness.

Although Yvonne was a successful candidate for pre-surgery treatnt and could now prepare for surgery, the surgery was risky, and its success was uncertain.

Stomach cancer is no minor illness. Even if the surgery succeeds, it’s uncertain how much ti Yvonne has left.

The doctor only ntioned survival rates if the surgery succeeds, but what about after five years?

Silas didn’t dare think about how heartbroken Clara would be if Yvonne passed away.

Joanne Quincy adjusted her emotions and said, "I just had the servants buy these supplents. I’ll visit Clara’s mom at the hospital, considering we’re family now. I should go see her."

Silas nodded as his gaze swept over the supplents.

"Okay, but Auntie Sterling doesn’t know Clara and I are registered. Clara only told her we’re together. Don’t ntion this during your hospital visit. Clara wants to tell her after the surgery."

Joanne Quincy nodded, "Okay, I understand."

...

anwhile, at the Sutton Family.

Isaac Sutton went out early in the morning.

After breakfast, Judy Bishop glanced lightly at Quinn Hughes, "Where did Isaac go?"

Quinn Hughes replied softly, "I don’t know."

Judy Bishop glanced at her, "He’s your man, and you don’t know?"

Quinn Hughes bit her lip, not speaking.

"Did you talk to Isaac about going to work at the company?"

Quinn Hughes looked down submissively, "Yes, I did."

"What did he say?"

"He said he’d discuss it later."

Judy Bishop frowned, displeased, "Later? When is later?"

Quinn Hughes pursed her lips, lowering her head further.

"He has no classes now and needs to familiarize himself with the company. He’s not young anymore and can’t just idle around every day." Judy Bishop chided, "Why does it seem like you don’t care about Isaac’s matters at all? What kind of fiancée are you?"

Quinn Hughes felt humiliated, "Mom, he doesn’t listen to ."

"Then find a way to make him listen." Judy Bishop gave her a cold look, "Our Sutton Family doesn’t need a useless daughter-in-law."

Quinn Hughes lowered her eyes, her hands clenched into fists under the table, "I understand."

After leaving, Isaac Sutton went to Luminar Hospital, hoping to see Clara Sterling by chance.

From sunset until nightfall, Isaac Sutton didn’t see a shadow of Clara.

In the open-air parking lot at the hospital entrance.

Isaac sat in his car, frowning in thought.

Despite his many contacts, he couldn’t find Clara’s address or any information about her husband.

Could her husband really have such a strong background?

No, that’s impossible.

Last ti, he saw with his own eyes how diocre the man was.

How could such a man have a stronger background than him?

If Clara didn’t rent a place, is she perhaps staying at a friend’s house?

Isaac reminisced about Clara’s relationships in college.

He got in touch with one of Clara’s roommates.

The first person Isaac contacted was Lynch Lynch.

He imdiately transferred five thousand yuan.

Lynch Lynch: [?]

Isaac Sutton: [I’m Isaac Sutton, Clara’s boyfriend. I’m not actually a poor student. I’m the Sutton Family’s son. Do you know where Clara lives now? Can you tell ? I’ll transfer you another ten thousand if you do.]

Lynch Lynch: [What the hell! You’ve been pretending to be poor to deceive Clara?]

Isaac’s eyes darkened.

[Yes, it’s my fault, and I realize that now. I’ve co to Veridian, but she refuses to see . Can you tell where she lives?]

The next second, Lynch Lynch sent a voice ssage.

Isaac’s eyes lit up, thinking Lynch must know Clara’s address, feeling a faint expectation and hope in his heart.

He imdiately answered the call.

"You rotten scumbag, you disgusting piece of shit. Out of all the weapons in China, you had to learn the sword..."

Isaac quickly hung up.

Lynch Lynch, still furious, continued to type out insults.

Each one was harsher than the last.

Isaac was livid but didn’t dare to retort, opting instead to block her.

Lynch Lynch: "What the fuck! That bastard blocked , and I haven’t even finished cursing him!"

She imdiately took a screenshot and sent it to Clara Sterling.

[Sis, I just found out that Isaac Sutton was pretending to be poor to deceive you. I got so mad I cursed that scumbag for you.]

Clara Sterling had just gotten ho from work and frowned as she looked at the chat between Isaac and Lynch.

Why hasn’t Isaac given up yet?

He’s like a haunting spirit.

He even went so far as to harass her classmates.

Clara was filled with anger.

She first apologized to Lynch Lynch and sent a red packet.

Then she found Isaac Sutton’s number in the blocked list, unblocked it, and made a call.

Isaac quickly picked up, his voice filled with joy and excitent, "Clara, have you changed your mind?"

Clara couldn’t help but scold him, "Isaac Sutton, aren’t you shaless? If you keep pestering and harassing people around , I’ll have my husband deal with you!"

"Pfft—" A snicker ca from behind.

Clara paused and turned around.

Silas Sheffield leaned against the doorfra, leisurely watching her, an amused smile playing on his lips.