Chapter 107 Clara Went Crazy
I shook my head in disbelief, my mind a total mess. I'd known Anne for years, and we'd been living together for over four. I had no clue she was dealing with depression. Now, after all this, Clara told me Anne had been battling it. Was she just using depression as an excuse?
My heart was a storm of anger and hurt, tears threatening to spill any second. But I bit down hard, refusing to let them fall. Anne only had some minor injuries, so a few doctors and nurses quickly wheeled her out of the OR.
Clara called out to her, "Anne, look at me."
But Anne, still knocked out from the anesthesia, didn't respond.
An older doctor turned to me and said, "Ma'am, the patient's injuries are pretty minor, and she's out of danger. But she has a rare blood type, so you need to be careful to prevent any secondary bleeding."
I nodded, and suddenly Clara rushed at the doctor, grabbing his arm. She yelled, "If anything happens to my kids, I'll make sure this whole hospital pays!"
I'd never seen her so worked up. She always seemed like the classy, composed lady of the Howard family. But when it came to Anne, she lost it, her face twisted with anger and fear, her eyes full of deep worry and fierce protectiveness. The doctor, clearly freaked out, looked to me for help. I said, "She's the mother of both patients."
He got it instantly. Siblings stabbing each other would be a nightmare for anyone. He gently patted Clara's shoulder and quickly made his escape while she was momentarily stunned.
After a bit, Edward was wheeled out of the OR.
Clara, having already spent a lot of energy on Anne, leaned over Edward's bed with a subdued urgency this time. With her body trembling slightly, she began to cry softly, her sobs full of endless bitterness and sorrow.
Suddenly, Clara seemed to remember something and rushed at me, grabbing my collar. She said, "Diana, you better pray they're both okay, or I won't let you off even if I die."
Her chest heaved with anger, her face no longer gentle, just fierce. I let her grab me without resisting because I knew fighting back against a madwoman was pointless. I just wanted to get out of there. I knew that even if Edward wanted to make up with me, Clara would never see me as part of the Howard family. I wished them their happy family of four forever. Whoever wanted to be Mrs. Howard could have it; I was done.
"Mrs. Clara Howard, please calm down." A gentle voice came from behind me, full of urgency and worry, floating in the air. Before I could turn around, the owner of the voice appeared in front of me. She was slender, but unlike Anne's frail thinness, she looked healthier. She had a delicate face, wearing an elegant floral dress, and even in the stark white hospital corridor, she looked like a breath of fresh air, adding a touch of brightness to the otherwise oppressive environment.
She gently guided Clara to sit on a bench and softly said, "Mrs. Clara Howard, please calm down. With Edward and Anne still in bed and Mr. Hayden Howard's health not great, you need to take care of yourself."
Clara's tension melted away, like she found a rock to lean on. She rested her head on the woman's shoulder, quietly sobbing. The woman sat quietly beside her, gently patting her back, offering silent comfort and support.
Watching this, I felt a bit lost. This woman seemed familiar, but I couldn't place her. Seeing her so close with Clara, even more intimate than I, Edward's wife, I sensed their relationship was anything but ordinary.
As Clara calmed down, the woman finally asked, "Mrs. Clara Howard, what happened? I just got back from the studio and heard from Mr. Hayden Howard that you, Edward, and Anne were all hurt and in the hospital, so I rushed over."
My professional instincts picked up on the key info in her words. She wasn't just familiar with Clara but also with the whole Howard family, including Hayden. She even rushed over from the Howard Mansion. What did that mean? Did she live there? I couldn't help but wonder about her unusual relationship with the Howards. Was there some hidden story? My mind raced with possibilities.
Just as Clara seemed to calm down, she suddenly flared up again, like a lit powder keg. Her eyes blazed with anger, her face full of rage, as if she wanted to kill me. She shouted hoarsely, "It's this woman, she caused Edward and Anne to get hurt. Aria, make her leave, make her leave!" Trembling, she pointed directly at me, her finger like a sharp arrow aiming to pierce me.
The young woman, Aria Howard, quickly began to soothe Clara again. She gently patted Clara's back, whispering comforting words in her ear, like calming a frightened child. After a while, Clara's trembling slowly subsided, and her emotions stabilized somewhat.
Once Clara was no longer so agitated, Aria slowly stood up, walking lightly to me. She slightly raised her head, showing a complex expression. In a tone that seemed polite but unmistakably carried a hint of aloofness, she said, "You must be Mrs. Diana Howard. You've had a hard day. Why don't you go home and rest? We will take care of things here." These seemingly polite words felt like sharp thorns, deeply piercing my heart, making me very unhappy.
I was Edward's wife, but at this moment, I felt more like an outsider. I stood there blankly, my eyes empty as I watched everything unfold before me. Clara's angry eyes and Aria's distant words flashed before my eyes like cold, detached scenes.
Once, I naively thought I was part of this family. I had put so much effort and care into this family. I carefully tended to everyone's feelings, diligently maintaining family harmony. But now, in this situation, I was so ruthlessly excluded. I felt like I was locked outside a cold door, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't enter their world.
Clara gave the order, and two lines of security quickly stepped forward to separate me from her. The head of security gestured with his hand. "Mrs. Diana Howard, please go back." His voice was polite, yet carried an undeniable authority.
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