My Doctor Son-in-law, Clarence

Chapter 95 - I Dont Want To Be A Widow

Chapter 95: I Don’t Want To Be A Widow

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When Clarence woke up again, the first thing he saw was the hospital ceiling.

The light was a little harsh.

Clarence unconsciously raised his hand to his forehead.

“You’re awake.”

A cold voice rang out. “The doctor said that you’re alright. You were lucky!

“Such a huge dump truck hit you, even deflating its cab.

“Despite that, you’re still alright!”

Clarence looked toward the source of the sound.

Miranda was sitting there, peeling an apple in her hand.

“Dear, what are you doing here?” Clarence felt a little headache.

Miranda glared at Clarence. “It seems you’ve forgotten about the car accident. You probably forgot that you were on a date with Cecilia when you had the accident, didn’t you?”

“Car accident...”

Clarence shuddered. He remembered the dump truck crushing him so hard that he could not avoid the impact.

Suddenly, a light shone from the necklace with a cross on his neck and filled the cab.

After that, the impact had been so violent that he passed out.

“Cecilia... How’s Cecilia?”

Miranda’s pretty face darkened. “You almost died, yet you still care about that woman?”

“Dear, that’s not what I meant...” explained Clarence.

Miranda snorted coldly, “That woman’s okay. Richard took her back. She’s unconscious and alright, just like you!”

Clarence breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, dear.”

“Now you think of me? Aren’t I the one always taking care of you whenever things go wrong?” Miranda threw the peeled apple to Clarence.

Clarence took it and bit into it. It was very crisp.

Miranda looked at Clarence. “The doctor said you’re alright. You were just knocked out by the impact.

“They’ve taken your X-ray just now. You’re alright.

“The traffic police have taken care of it. The dump truck had broken its brakes and lost control!

“Come home with me if you’re alright.”

Clarence narrowed his eyes. He was sure the vehicle had not been out of control. The dump truck had been coming for him.

Otherwise, why would the dump truck still have been able to turn and speed toward him, when he had initially dodged it?

“I’ll deal with the discharge formalities. You should rest first.”

With that said, Miranda turned and walked out of the room.

Clarence frowned and dialed Johnson’s phone number. “Hello, Old Golding.”

“Brother Howard, what is it?” Johnson asked with a smile. A woman’s voice could also be heard coming over the end of the line.

Clarence told Johnson about the car accident.

“What? You had an accident? What hospital are you in? I’ll be right over.” Johnson was a little worried.

Clarence shook his head. “I’m fine. I need you to look something up for me...”

Clarence repeated his doubts to Johnson.

Johnson’s face was grim. “Don’t worry. We’ll have the answers by tonight. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow morning at the latest.”

“Sure.”

A few minutes after hanging up, Miranda walked into the ward with a pile of papers and left the hospital with Clarence.

“Thank you, Miranda.”

Instead of letting Clarence drive, Miranda put Clarence in the passenger seat on the way back.

Miranda’s bark was worse than her bite. “Hmph! We’re married after all, and I don’t want to be a widow.

“I don’t care if you have a death wish. At least wait until we’re divorced!

“Ahem ahem. Do you want to divorce me so badly?” Clarence shrugged a little helplessly.

Miranda glared at Clarence. “Am I the one who wants a divorce?

“Would I not want to be with you if you’d just live your life?

“I’m not asking you to be ambitious, but just to keep your feet on the ground!

“You’ve changed so much in the past month!

“You’re so different from before!”

Clarence quickly shut up. He knew they would argue again if he kept talking.

Miranda went to the kitchen and brought out a bowl of soup once she got home. “Drink it.”

“Dear, did you make the soup?” Clarence was a little surprised.

Miranda snorted coldly. “I cooked it for myself, but who knew you would have an accident? I had to hurry to the hospital.

“Now that you’re a patient, drink it.

“Remember to wash the bowl after finishing it!

“Hehe. Thanks, dear.”

Clarence’s heart warmed. The soup was just the right temperature and heat. It had been specially made at the right time.

It had been made for him.

Miranda was still stubborn.

Clarence felt refreshed after finishing the soup and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

He had not been back for a week since his last fight with Miranda.

Clarence still slept in the guest room that night. The next morning around seven o’clock, Johnson called while Clarence was asleep.

“Hello, Brother Howard. I’ve looked into it.” Johnson cut to the chase.

Clarence’s voice deepened. “What happened?”

Johnson explained, “The driver was Godric Douglas. He was 45 years old and had no notable background. He’s just an ordinary rural worker.

“He had a wife with uremia.

“He had three children at school, and Godric’s wife received an unaccounted remittance yesterday.

“It’s for five hundred thousand dollars!

“I’ve checked Godric’s family. They know nothing and they are honest people.

“Godric’s dead now, and we’ve lost trace of him.”

Clarence frowned and said nothing.

Johnson said coldly, “Brother Howard, how dare he hit you with a truck?

“They have a death wish. Shall I kill them all?”

Johnson was never a kind man, and he had a lot of lives on his hands. He would do it as long as Clarence said yes.

If you had died, he would go after your wife and kids instead!

You could run, but you could not hide.

Clarence shook his head. “Never mind. His wife and kids have done nothing wrong.

“They’re honest people. Leave them alone.”

They were poor people, and he did not need to give Godric’s family trouble.

Why sacrifice a life for five hundred thousand if they had a chance to?

“Alright,” Johnson said in affirmation. He asked again in confusion, “Brother Howard, who’s trying to kill you? Could it be someone from the Murphy family?”

“It’s not the Murphy family. I think I know who it is.” Clarence’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Cecilia was right. The Wright Consortium was complicated.

He had only just saved Thompson’s life, and someone wanted to kill Clarence so soon?

He just had no idea whether it was Jerald or Julian.

Johnson quickly asked, “Who is it? I’ll kill them!”

Clarence shrugged helplessly. “Forget it. You don’t have to worry about it.”

Though Johnson was somewhat powerful, he was like a joke when compared to the Wright family. The Wright family could crush Johnson like an ant if they wanted to.

Clarence did not want to put Johnson at risk.

“Alright, Brother Howard. Tell me if you’re in any trouble. I still have some connections.” Johnson stopped pressing him.

Clarence heard a woman’s screams as soon as he hung up the phone.

“Ahh!”

“Miranda?” Clarence’s expression changed as he bounced out of bed and pushed the door open.