Donald was stunned for a moment. Then he understood immediately. There's blush of happiness on his face, "You mean, they are—"
"Shh! Old man! Don't say it out!" Martha gave Donald a sideway glance, but she couldn't even hold back her smiling.
"This is really great!" Donald was also very happy. He stood up immediately, "I have to hurry up and report the good news to the master."
Upstairs, Clara was completely unaware that the few words she shouted out in pain were misunderstood by Donald and Martha.
After applying the medicine, she felt hungry and went downstairs with Horace.
As soon as Martha saw them, she was stunned, "Oh... Why is it so fast… Ahem, I mean… Dinner is ready. Young master, Miss Selman."
Clara sat down, and her hands were still unable to move naturally. Martha wanted to come and feed her, but she didn't expect that Horace's wheelchair had already rolled over. He picked up her bowl and asked Clara in a low voice, "What do you want to eat?"
Horace had fed her once in the hospital before, so Clara wasn't so awkward now. She said obediently, "I want to eat broccoli and eggplant."
Horace grabbed them immediately and fed it into Clara's mouth.
Donald and Martha aside were flabbergasted when they saw this scene.
Their young master was actually feeding someone with his own hands?
And they lived long enough to see that day!
Clara took a long time to finish her meal. Seeing that Horace had been busy serving her, she felt sorry and said embarrassedly, "Horace, I can eat with my left hand. You can have your own dinner."
Horace ignored her, making sure she ate the last bite of food in her bowl. And he then started to have his own dinner.
Soon, Horace was about to finish eating. Seeing Martha was getting up to set the table, he suddenly thought of that and said, "Martha, Clara needs to apply the medicine every day. Remember to remind her later."
Martha nodded, but didn't go back to the kitchen with the bowl in her hand.
Horace noticed that she seemed to have something to say to herself, so he raised her head and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Well, young master..." Martha hesitated, but looking at Clara's pale face, she couldn't help but say, "Although I'm glad that you two are so in love with each other. But Ms. Kirkland is still recovering from the wound after all. So you... you could be gentler, right?"
Martha said these words with good intentions. For the fact that Clara screamed too loudly just now, and now her face was not very good. Martha indeed felt sorry for her.
Both Horace and Clara were stunned. But they were adults after all, they quickly understood what they mean from Martha and Donald's embarrassed look.
Clara's face flushed.
Damn it…
Did Martha misunderstand what she shouted when Horace applied the medicine to her just now?
"Martha, actually…" She was conserved and wanted to explain to Martha quickly. But she didn't expect that before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Horace.
"Martha, don't worry." Horace said lightly, "I know that Clara is injured, and I have been paying attention to it. I am the one that takes the initiative."
Clara's eyes widened in an instant!
What did he mean by "takes the initiative"?
This Horace. Why didn't he feel awkward at all when he lied? Especially such an explicit one!
Donald and Martha obviously didn't expect that Horace, who has always been cold and reserved, would say such an explicit word. Both of them were stunned for a second.
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