My Doctor Son-in-law, Clarence

Chapter 31 - Mr. Howard, You’re Finally Here

Chapter 31: Mr. Howard, You’re Finally Here

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“Oh, yes. There is an outsider here.” Chantelle immediately stopped discussing the loan and looked at Clarence warily.

Armstrong roared, “Clarence, go and stand outside.”

“Dad, I haven’t eaten yet.” Clarence had been out all day and had not gotten the chance to eat anything.

“Who cares whether you’ve eaten or not? We have something important to discuss. Stand outside and don’t come back in until we tell you that you can.” Armstrong’s expression was grave.

The light in Clarence’s eyes dimmed, and he walked out dejectedly.

“Haha!”

There was a burst of laughter around the table.

“Hehe! What a loser.” Melody laughed disdainfully.

They watched as Clarence walked out the main door.

“Hehe. Don’t worry, Aunt Chantelle. As soon as the loan is approved, 0.5% kickback will be paid to Tony’s account within a month.” Kaysen was all smiles.

“0.5%? Good!”

Chantelle’s eyes were about to pop out of her eye sockets. A 0.5% kickback on 500 million was 2.5 million.

The people at the table toasted each other and continued to eat until they were full.

Tony and others saw Clarence at the door of the Murphy family’s living room as they were leaving.

“Clarence, you haven’t eaten yet?”

Tony let out a cry of surprise, as if he had just realized Clarence had not eaten.

“What’s there to eat? Clear the dishes and wash them clean.” Armstrong took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

The crowd began to disperse without so much as a glance toward Clarence.

Miranda walked over. “I left you some food on the table. Hurry up and eat.”

“Really, dear?” Clarence’s heart warmed.

Miranda frowned. “Clarence, you’ve seen how everyone looks down on you. Don’t you see the problem?

“You’re uneducated, uncultured, jobless, and know nothing.

“That’s why everyone looks down on you!

“Do you know why I got mad about Cecilia today?”

“You… think I’m having an illicit relationship with her?” Clarence hesitated a little.

Miranda nodded and shook her head. “That’s part of it, but I’m angrier about you accepting Cecilia’s car.

“Ten million is nothing to the Wonder Group.

“However, for you, it’s money you’ll never be able to make.

“I don’t want you to get into the mindset where you can get things without doing anything to deserve them.”

“I didn’t get it for nothing. I saved Cecilia’s life by detoxifying her,” explained Clarence.

Miranda frowned. “Detoxifying her? Do you think you’re some kind of miracle doctor?

“It’s just an excuse she made up, you know?

“With Cecilia’s status, she meets all kinds of men.

“She’s only temporarily interested in you.

“When she gets tired of you one day, she’ll kick you to the curb.

“What will you do then?

“Clarence, we’re husband and wife. I don’t have feelings for you, but I don’t want to see you like this.

“I signed you up for adult college. You can start attending classes next Monday.”

With that said, Miranda coldly walked out of the living room. The clicking of her high heels faded away, leaving Clarence standing at the door.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Clarence’s stomach growled, reminding him about the dining table.

Sure enough, there was a whole meal and an uneaten chicken thigh among the leftovers.

Miranda had left these for Clarence.

Feeling a warmth in his heart, Clarence finished eating quickly and cleared the dishes.

By the time he got home, Miranda had finished taking a shower. The lights on the second floor were on.

Clarence looked up to the second floor and did not go up. He slept on the couch in the living room after taking his shower.

The next morning.

Miranda finished the breakfast Clarence made and left for work.

Clarence got a phone call from Johnson soon after. “Mr. Howard, you said you could help me with my illness within the next few days. It’s been three days now. Can you help me?”

Johnson dared not neglect anything when it came to future generations of his.

He called Clarence early in the morning, guessing when Clarence would be awake.

“Yes. Go ahead and tell me where I should go to help you.” Clarence agreed.

“Great. Mr. Howard, you don’t have to lift a finger. I’ll send someone to pick you up right away. Cure me at my office. It’s quiet here, and no one will disturb us.” Johnson was slightly excited at the prospect of finally being cured.

“Sure.”

Clarence gave Johnson his address.

Johnson’s men knocked on the door less than a minute later, to Clarence’s surprise.

“Mr. Howard, our boss is expecting you.” The several men in suits nodded respectfully at Clarence.

“So soon?”

Clarence was surprised. ‘Did Johnson have someone waiting outside for me?’

He thought about it and realized that it was probably easy for Johnson to learn where Clarence lived, even before he told Johnson the address.

“Let’s go.”

Clarence took his silver needles, got into the Rolls Royce Johnson had sent, and sat back as the driver brought him to Johnson’s company.

When Clarence arrived, he was surprised to see a 50-story-high office building with a dazzling glass wall outside, built right beside the bustling city.

Johnson’s bodyguards respectfully escorted Clarence to Johnson’s personal office.

Johnson was wearing a suit, and his shoes were polished and shiny.

“Mr. Howard, you’re finally here.” Johnson got up excitedly and proceeded to kick all his secretaries out of the office.