In the conference room, the head of the finance department, who was reporting this quarter's profit, broke out into a cold sweat when he saw Horace's suddenly gloomy expression.
Was there something wrong with the report? But that was impossible because the profit has also increased by several percentages?
The supervisor wiped his sweat and reported the last part, and asked Horace cautiously, "Mr. Kirkland, may I ask... is there any problem?"
Dead silence.
Horace didn't seem to have heard the report from the supervisor at all, just nodded, his eyes cold on the mobile phone screen on the table.
On the phone was Clara's text message.
"Horace, I went back home to take care of my mother who was discharged from the hospital."
The tone of voice could not be simpler which made the anger in Horace's chest rush upward.
Her home?
Wasn't her home supposed to be their home too?
This woman really knew how to provoke his anger!
Horace's silence caused panic among the people present. These heads of various departments are usually all at the top of the pyramid, but at this time, looking at Horace in fear, they are afraid that he was not satisfied with this season's performance.
Time passed by, and just when everyone felt that their backs were soaking wet, Horace finally raised his head.
Everyone thought he was going to comment on the profitability of this quarter, but he didn't. Unexpectedly, he just said suddenly, "The meeting is suspended today, and we will continue tomorrow."
When the words fell, he ignored the shocked eyes of the people around him, slid the wheelchair under him directly, and left the conference room.
Even Isaac was stunned at this time, stunned for a few seconds before hurriedly catching up.
"Mr. Kirkland." He quickly caught up with Horace, "Did something happen? Is there an earthquake at our nuclear plant? Or there's a hurricane at the power plant?"
In his consciousness, Horace would interrupt the meeting, so that must be something extremely serious happened.
Unexpectedly, Horace just stopped the wheelchair suddenly, and looked up at him coldly, "Isaac, go find out where Clara's family lives."
"Mrs. Kirkland's parents?" Isaac was immediately dumbfounded.
But Horace didn't pay attention to him anymore, just slipped the wheelchair away again, and left cold words, "Go there immediately after you find out."
...
At this moment, Clara, who was carefully feeding Helena at home, had no idea what kind of anger a man had caused by a text message of hers.
She bought porridge from outside, but the porridge made by this restaurant was just cold rice mixed with water, so tasteless that Helena lost her appetite after a few bites.
Clara was a little anxious again. She wiped Helena's mouth with a handkerchief and said "Mom, you eat so little. I'll go buy you some more."
With that, she got up and put on her coat.
Helena frowned, "It's almost ten o'clock. Where can you buy food?"
"But you can't eat anything. Well, if there is no restaurant, I'll go to the supermarket to buy something back."
Saying that she walked out of the door directly.
Walking out of the building, Clara was counting the change in her wallet while walking, when she suddenly saw a car light flashing in front of her.
She raised her hand to cover her eyes, and after finally getting used to the light, she saw a black Bentley driving slowly towards her.
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