Chapter 182 The Poisoning

Matthew suddenly thought of Clara. Maybe Clara could help Andrew get better. That night, Clara was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard the doorbell ringing. At first, Clara didn't want to respond, but the sound persisted for several minutes, becoming quite annoying, so she had no choice but to check. "What are you doing ringing the doorbell at this hour? Are you just bored?" Clara snapped. She hated being disturbed while she was sleeping. Regardless of who it was, they would definitely get her bad side. Fuming, she went downstairs to open the door, ready to scold whoever was there, only to find Matthew soaked to the bone standing at her doorstep. "What happened to you?" Seeing him looking like a drowned rat, Clara couldn't help but ask, though she had no intention of inviting him inside. "Clara, Grandpa doesn't have much time left." Matthew's eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse. "What?" Clara brought Matthew into the house. "Have a seat. I'll get you a glass of water