"Clara, don't scare me. Why don't we go to the hospital?" Horace knew that Clara had been very sensitive to the word "hospital" recently. In the past, when she heard that she was going to the hospital, she ran away.
But now, even if she heard the word which she was afraid of, she did not react. Horace shook Clara's arm worriedly, hoping that Clara could give him a response. But Clara didn't.
Horace quickly got up, put on his clothes, and washed up simply. Then he began to help Clara to wash up and planned to take her to the hospital. If something bad happened to Clara, the two of them would find no solution at home.
During the bath, Clara didn't say a word. Instead, she looked straight ahead, no matter where she went. Therefore, every time she turned a corner, Horace had to help her. Otherwise, Clara would hit the wall.
When Horace was thinking about whether he should have breakfast or not, he saw that the servant had already made it. Horace sat down at the dining table and began to feed Clara. Seeing this scene, the servant next to him felt very sad.
Originally, Mr. and Mrs. Kirkland loved each other so much that they could live happily together. However, life did not treat them well. Therefore, one of them was sober and the other was irrational.
To think about it, the sober person would definitely suffer more pressure and pain than the irrational person, right? Because he was sober and looked at his beloved person being crazy, the servant probably could not fully understand this kind of mentality.
Although the servant wanted to say something, she was afraid that she would say something bad or make Horace angry, so she decided to say nothing. She just needed to do what she had to do every day and prepare food for the Kirklands when they were hungry.
Horace saw that Clara had food stuck to her chin. He wanted to wipe her chin with a piece of paper, but the servant took the initiative and handed him a clean square towel.
"Take this to wipe Mrs. Kirkland's face. It's more comfortable." The servant looked at Horace, who was staring at her. She knew that Horace was wondering why she had given her a towel. After all, she had served Horace for such a long time. Of course she understood what Horace was thinking.
Hearing this, Horace just nodded and then began to wipe Clara's mouth with a square towel. Seeing the rice on the corner of Clara's mouth being wiped little by little, her elegant chin was clean again.
Horace smiled and put the square towel on the table. Then, he took Clara's hand and walked out. This time, Clara didn't make a fuss about taking Neo with her. Horace knew that there was something wrong with Clara.
Clara was very quiet when she was in the car, and she didn't say anything. Horace had spoken to her several times, but she ignored him with a cold attitude.
Finally, they arrived at the hospital. Seeing that Clara's expression was still the same as before, Horace shook his head and ran straight to his friend.
When they reached the office door, Horace knocked on it and walked in. He looked at the psychiatrist who was working and said, "Help my wife. She got up this morning and became like this, a mute. She didn't respond to anything I say to her."
As soon as Horace finished speaking, the doctor immediately stood up and looked at Clara. Generally speaking, people who were mentally ill were usually sometimes quiet and sometimes crazy, but looking at Clara's current look, she didn't seem to be sick at all.
Then the doctor checked her for a long time but found nothing. He reached out to feel her pulse but found nothing unusual. The doctor frowned. He was wondering why he didn't know the reason.
"Well... where is your son?" The doctor asked when he saw that Clara did not bring a doll with her. Could it be related to the doll? So he asked Horace if he knew anything else.
"I don't know. When she got up this morning, she didn't talk about Neo." Horace shook his head helplessly at the doctor. Then he saw Clara get up from the chair and look at Horace.
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