Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man! Chapter 81: Yvonne Sterling’s Abnormality

During the three-day May Day holiday, Clara stayed in Crestwood for an extra day after attending a class reunion to spend ti with Sophie Sheffield, only returning to Veridian on the last day of the break.

Silas Sheffield had so business to handle at the Crestwood headquarters and ntioned he would head back to Veridian after a few days.

Upon landing in Veridian, the driver Linton ca to pick up Clara.

Before boarding the plane, Clara specifically called Ms. Cheney, the housekeeper, saying she would return to Crestwood in the afternoon to visit her mother in the hospital and asked Ms. Cheney to prepare a pot of black chicken soup along with so light nutritious als.

The driver brought along a thermal container, and Clara carried it to the hospital.

"Mom, I’m back." Clara placed the thermal container on the table and gently hugged Yvonne Sterling at the bedside.

After chemotherapy, Yvonne Sterling’s hair had almost all fallen out. She wore a hat that Clara had knitted by hand. Her spirits were much better than before, but she still appeared frail and emaciated, causing an ache in Clara’s heart as she held her mother.

Yvonne asked softly, "Clara, how was the class reunion? No one bullied you, right?"

Clara shook her head, a faint smile appearing on her lips, "No, Silas went with ."

Yvonne sighed in relief, "Then I’m reassured."

After dinner, it was just past six o’clock.

It was dusk, with the sunset providing a perfect backdrop.

Looking at the orange sunset through the window, Yvonne said, "Clara, accompany your mom for a walk downstairs."

"Alright."

Clara put away the thermal container and supported Yvonne into the elevator.

Yvonne remarked, "It’s been a while since I’ve been outside to get so fresh air. It had been raining the past few days, and today it finally cleared up."

Clara smiled, "We’ll be able to process the discharge tomorrow."

As the elevator doors opened and Yvonne smiled, ready to say sothing, her smile suddenly froze, her face turning pale.

Clara didn’t notice her mother’s expression and continued holding her arm as they walked out.

Yvonne’s whole body was tense.

She stopped and grabbed Clara’s hand, saying, "Clara, I’m not feeling well. Let’s go back to the room."

Clara looked over with concern, "Mom, why do you look so unwell?"

"Let’s go back." Yvonne turned around with Clara and pressed the elevator button with her head down.

The elevator they just left had gone up already.

Now they had to stand by the elevator doors and wait.

Yvonne kept her head down, standing beside Clara as if she was hiding from soone.

Noticing her strange behavior, Clara looked around, not finding anything unusual, and turned back to Yvonne, "Mom, why are you acting weird?"

Yvonne hesitated, "It’s nothing, just not feeling well."

Clara frowned, sensing that it wasn’t that simple.

At this mont, the elevator doors opened.

Yvonne hastily walked into the elevator, and Clara followed her in.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and only then did Yvonne finally relax.

Not far away.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a suit, tall and lean, walked by.

He was around six feet tall, slender and thin.

Seeming to sense sothing, the man turned his head.

Just as he turned his head to look over, the elevator doors closed.

Back in the hospital room, Clara was very worried about Yvonne.

"Mom, your face looks terrible. I’m going to call the doctor."

Yvonne held Clara’s wrist to stop her, "It’s nothing, I’ll be fine after lying down and resting for a bit."

"Your expression was very strange just now, did you..." Clara paused, "Did you see soone?"

"No." Yvonne lay down on the hospital bed, "Clara, you ca to the hospital to see as soon as you returned from Crestwood, without going ho first, right? You must be tired, go ho and have a good rest, don’t you have work tomorrow?"

Seeing that her mother didn’t want to say more, Clara didn’t press further.

"Alright, I’ll head back now. I’ll co to handle the discharge for you tomorrow."

Yvonne seed distracted, "Okay."

After her daughter left, Yvonne leaned pale-faced against the bed, feeling deeply unsettled.

How could he possibly show up here?

...

At night, Clara took a bath and went to Silas Sheffield’s room.

On the dark gray bed, her fair and slender figure stood out.

Clara wore a nightgown and sat on Silas’s bed, making a video call to him.

"Are you still busy?"

Silas’s deep eyes looked into the cara, as if staring directly at Clara through the phone.

Whenever the man looked at Clara, his eyes were always gentle, "Just finished a eting."

Clara felt a bit of pity for him.

"You just finished at such a late hour, it must have been tiring."

"I’m trying to finish up things here soon so I can go to Veridian to be with you."

Silas leaned back in his office chair, the buttons of his black shirt done up to the top, with his gold-rimd glasses reflecting an icy light, making him appear refined yet restrained.

Only Clara knew how wild he could be beneath his refined and restrained appearance.

Recalling fragnted mories from the previous evening, Clara felt a weakness in her body, her cheeks reddening.

Seeing her lying on his bed, looking like that, Silas’s eyes darkened.

"Baby." His voice was dark and magnetic, "Do you miss ?"

Clara pressed her lips together, "I do."

The man’s dark eyes were shadowed with desire, "Sleeping in my bed tonight?"

"Yes." Clara was straightforward, "It slls like you here, I sleep better."

Silas smiled broadly, the corners of his eyes and brows filled with amusent, "Wait for to co back to sleep with you."

Clara nodded obediently, "Okay."

That night, Clara slept soundly, her head resting on Silas’s pillow and covered by his quilt, without any dreams.

With the May Day holiday over, Clara resud her usual work routine.

During lunchti at the company cafeteria, Anabelle Spencer approached enthusiastically and sat opposite Clara and Lisa Holloway.

During the al, Anabelle proactively engaged them in conversation.

After chatting briefly, Anabelle inquired about Clara’s family situation.

"Clara, are you an only child? Do you have any siblings?"

Clara shook her head, "No, I’m an only child."

Anabelle then asked, "Are both your parents from Crestwood?"

"I don’t have a father." Clara replied expressionlessly, "I’m from a single-parent family."

Rather than appearing apologetic upon hearing this, a peculiar glint of delight flashed across Anabelle’s face.

Anabelle looked at Clara with a complicated expression, seemingly hesitant to speak.

Clara had long found Anabelle’s behavior odd.

Seeing her hesitance, Clara asked, "What do you want to say?"

Anabelle pressed her lips together, appearing to carefully consider her words.

After a long mont, she finally asked, "Although it’s quite presumptuous to ask, I still want to know—did your father... pass away, or did he and your mother just divorce?"

"That is indeed nosy of you." Lisa Holloway said with a twist of her lips, "I wanted to ntion it last al. Why are you so concerned about Clara’s family matters?"

Clara remained composed, her gaze fixed on Anabelle’s face.

On a closer look, Clara noticed that Anabelle’s eyes were quite similar to her own.

But it was just the eyes; the nose, lips, and face shape were different.

Clara’s voice was calm, giving away nothing of her emotions, "Why are you asking these questions?"