Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 186: Dream

Soon, the corridor outside the emergency room was crowded with people.

The Sheffield Family, having received the call, all rushed over.

A few roommates who had just parted ways with Clara also came quickly.

The roommates all felt very guilty.

"If we hadn’t invited Clara to dinner, this wouldn’t have happened."

"We shouldn’t have gone singing; we should have gone back after lunch."

"Everything seemed fine when we parted ways, who knew... sigh..."

"Clara will surely be alright. She’s so wonderful; heaven will look after her..." Sophie Sheffield was in a daze, and even her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

She couldn’t bring herself to continue speaking, her eyes turning red as tears welled up but she refused to let them fall.

Preston Pierce watched her sadness and pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her silently.

Even though the elderly Mrs. Sheffield hadn’t been fond of Clara Sterling before, she had now wholeheartedly accepted Clara, treating her as one of the Sheffield Family.

But who could have expected such cruel fate? Just as her relationship with Clara improved, this incident occurred.

The elderly lady sat on a chair, sighing softly.

"Clara will surely be alright, she surely will..." Joanne Quincy choked, leaning against Zeke Sheffield’s chest.

"Fortune favors the good; she will surely overcome this." Hannah Sheffield said softly.

"Yes, let’s pray together for her." Ivan Sheffield said considerately, "Pray she overcomes this."

Even the two usually busy uncles, Seth Sheffield and Carter Sheffield, hurried over.

The second aunt Michelle Morgan and third aunt Victoria Yeats also spoke words of comfort. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Although everyone was speaking optimistically, they all knew deep down that at times like this, words of comfort felt powerless.

They all had seen the news of the car crash; the scene was horrific.

The driver involved died instantly.

The vehicles that were hit were severely damaged.

The Maybach that Clara Sterling was in, besides the culprit vehicle, was damaged the most, flipping over completely.

She and the driver fell into a deep coma when rescued and were rushed to the hospital.

The other car owners who were hit had varying degrees of injuries.

But none were as severe as Clara Sterling’s.

Silas Sheffield stood aside, remaining silent.

His mind was blank, unable to hear anything being said around him.

His thoughts were tangled, all centered on Clara Sterling.

At one point, he pessimistically thought, if Clara never woke up, he might just accompany her down...

...

Clara Sterling had a strange dream.

In the dream, she saw her childhood friend from elementary school.

The little girl had pigtails, wore a red dress, and held a skewer of candied hawthorn, smiling as she waved to her, "Clara, do you want to play with me?"

Clara Sterling, as if inexplicably compelled, stepped towards the little girl, "Okay."

The girl’s lips curled into a peculiar smile, extending her hand, "Come over, come to me."

Clara Sterling walked over, step by step, like a puppet with no consciousness.

Clara Sterling moved closer, and the little girl took Clara’s hand, "Come, I’ll take you to a fun place."

"What place?"

"You’ll know when you get there," the little girl said with a smile.

Clara Sterling followed the little girl with vacant eyes.

They arrived at a riverside.

"Once you cross this river, you’ll get there," the little girl pointed to the other side of the river, "The opposite shore is another world."

"Hmm." Clara Sterling lowered her gaze, her eyes hollow, as if unaware.

The little girl led Clara Sterling and was about to step onto the bridge.

"Don’t go." Suddenly, a gentle female voice sounded behind them.

Clara Sterling’s eyes flickered, as if consciousness returned.

"Clara, go back." The woman was beautiful, with bright eyes and white teeth, gentle eyes, and a tear mole beneath her left eye, "Your family and friends are still waiting for you."

"Who are you?" Clara Sterling asked, her eyes filled with confusion.

The woman didn’t answer her question, simply pulling her from the little girl and to her side, gently stroking her head, whispering softly, "Go back, dear."

"Go back, go back..." Clara Sterling muttered.

Suddenly, the little girl in red vanished before her eyes.

Clara Sterling was stunned, slowly regaining clarity.

The woman still stood by her side, but her body gradually turned transparent.

"Go back." The woman’s voice transformed into a breeze, gently whispering in Clara Sterling’s ears, her body now fully disappeared.

Clara Sterling woke ten days later.

She slowly opened her eyes to a white ceiling, faintly smelling disinfectant.

She regained consciousness, as well as sensation.

Her whole body hurt.

Clara Sterling lightly moved her fingers, feeling her right hand being held.

She turned her head with difficulty and saw Silas Sheffield sitting beside her bed.

The man’s eyes were closed, holding her right hand, supporting his head as he dozed off, dark circles faintly visible under his eyes, exuding exhaustion.

It seemed he hadn’t slept well for days.

Clara Sterling moved her fingers, lightly scratching Silas Sheffield’s palm.

The man suddenly opened his eyes.

Exchanging gazes, seeing Clara Sterling awake, Silas Sheffield couldn’t help but redden his eyes.

"Awake?" The man’s throat moved, his eyes filled with emotion.

"Hmm, how many days was I unconscious?" Clara Sterling asked, her voice startling herself with its hoarseness.

"Ten days." Silas Sheffield squeezed her hand tighter, "I’ll get you some water."

Silas Sheffield poured a cup of warm water, inserted a straw, and handed the cup to her.

Clara Sterling drank a few sips leaning on his hand, "I can’t believe I was unconscious for so long."

"Hmm." Silas Sheffield’s gaze never left her face, "You finally woke."

"How unlucky, going out for a meal and encountering a car crash." Clara Sterling tried easing the tension, "How’s the driver? Did he escape danger?"

"The driver’s fine, he woke the next day." Silas Sheffield said, "The car hit from behind, you were sitting in the back, hurt badly, the driver was not."

"Did they catch the culprit driver?"

"Died at the scene."

Clara Sterling was momentarily stunned, not expecting it to be so severe.

She drank some more water, her eyes scanning the surroundings.

The ward had only her as a patient, well-decorated, with fully furnished furniture and appliances, resembling the VIP ward design when mom stayed at Crestwood Central Hospital.

"Is this Crestwood Central Hospital?" Clara Sterling asked.

"Hmm, you stayed in the ICU for five days before transferring to a regular ward."

Seeing the faint dark circles under Silas Sheffield’s eyes, Clara Sterling felt a wave of heartache, "For these ten days, you didn’t have a proper rest, did you?"