Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 92

Horace remained calm, apparently having been expecting that from Donald. Martha, on the other hand, was shocked. "Donald, you are talking nonsense again!"

"I'm not!" Donald spat, staring at Horace dead in the eye. "Second Young master, you must have known it all. Yes, I drugged Clara's dinner and set the house on fire. I take full responsibility for it. My wife didn't know anything about this. Let her go."

Martha widened her eyes and snapped, "Donald! Are you freaking out of your mind? How could you do this to Mrs. Kirkland! Have you forgotten how much we owe the Kirkland family?"

"Of course, I haven't!" Donald bellowed, "I did that because I wanted to save the Kirkland family!"

Seeing Donald and Martha being hysterical in front of him, Horace's face darkened.

Horace's cold expression sent chills down Donald's spine. "Second Young Master, with all due respect, everyone knows that the Kirkland family business should be passed down to the eldest son. Not to mention that you are now crippled. That's all the more reason to make way for the eldest young master. Brothers shouldn't fight against each other! Rancor will put the family interest at risk!"

Hearing Donald's far-fetched reason, Horace sneered, "So what? Is that why you tried to kill Clara?"

Donald gritted his teeth. "Yes. Because I can't let her give birth to your child. I can't let your child block the eldest young master's way. I did that all for the Kirkland family."

"So, this is your so-called reason, huh?" Horace interrupted Donald coldly. "Just tell me. How much money did Sean spend to buy you off?"

Donald remained silent, his face drained of color.

Although this didn't come as a surprise to Horace, he was still grossed out by Donald.

Donald acted like he was nothing but loyal to the Kirkland family. In reality, however, he was just a selfish lackey who would do anything for his own benefit.

Horace had been through the same betrayal ten years ago.

He turned his wheelchair and headed to the door, didn't want to look at Donald's disgusting face for one more second.

Just then, Donald shouted, "Horace! Yes, I took the money from the eldest young master. But what I told you was all true! Although he was behind all this, he never laid a finger on you! He just wanted to kill Clara. That's all! The eldest young master cherishes the brotherhood between him and you. Just make way for him. You don't have to take over the family business. The money you have is already enough to suffice you for centuries.

Hearing that, Horace stopped.

He sneered.

Sean must have given this Donald a fortune.

"Brotherhood?" Horace said sarcastically. "He didn't tell you? Looks like Sean doesn't really trust you that much. You still don't know the truth about the kidnapping ten years ago, do you?"

Donald froze, "What truth? What do you mean?"

Horace ignored his questions and left the warehouse.

After going back to the corridor of the hospital, he turned to Isaac and ordered, "Take care of it."

"Got it." Isaac said. "But sir, don't you want to keep an eye on them yourself?"

Isaac thought that Horace would be furious when he found out that Donald had betrayed him. But Horace was obviously much calmer than when he saw Clara's wounds moments ago.

Horace sneered, "There's no need. Donald is just a pawn. The mastermind behind this won't show up just like that."

Isaac immediately understood what Horace meant and stopped talking.