Flash Marriage With Mr. Sheffield: Go Away, Cheap Man!-Chapter 182: At Best He’s Just a Foxtail Weed

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: At Best He’s Just a Foxtail Weed

"I’m already pleasantly surprised that my two aunts came," Clara said sensibly, "Work is the most important thing, we can’t let it be delayed."

Susan Saxon gently patted Clara’s hand, "Clara, make sure to get a few photos with Grandma in your graduation gown later."

"Sure," Clara agreed cheerfully.

"In two more years, our Simon will be graduating too," Aunt Michelle Morgan sighed, "Time flies. Sending him off to start college feels like it just happened yesterday, and now it’s been over two years."

"What are Simon’s plans for the future? Is he considering graduate school or studying abroad?" Sophie Sheffield chimed in.

Michelle said, "He doesn’t want to go abroad, doesn’t want to be too far from family. He’ll probably pursue graduate studies here."

Sophie replied, "That’s great. Many people prefer to go abroad now, but Simon is quite considerate."

"Yes, this child has always been a relief for me," Michelle laughed.

"Staying here is good. If they go abroad, I hardly see them once a year," the old lady said to Sophie, "Back then, both you and your brother went abroad, and I had to consider the time difference just to call you. But thankfully, you’re both back now."

Silas Sheffield quietly walked alongside them, occasionally responding when the conversation touched on him.

The family chatted and laughed, creating a warm atmosphere.

Soon, they arrived at the school auditorium.

The school administrators knew the Sheffield Family would accompany Clara Sterling to the graduation ceremony today, so they arranged seats for them in the front row.

As the group entered the auditorium, they encountered Isaac Sutton face to face.

Isaac Sutton’s face registered surprise.

He hadn’t expected the entire Sheffield Family to attend Clara Sterling’s graduation ceremony.

Didn’t the Sheffield matriarch used to dislike Clara?

Isaac’s eyes swept over Clara, who was holding the old lady’s hand.

The delicate white ring finger, adorned with a shimmering diamond ring, deeply stabbed at his eyes.

Looking again at Clara and the Sheffield matriarch’s actions and expressions, they were gentle and smiling.

The atmosphere between the two was exceptionally harmonious, showing no signs of prior tension.

It seemed that after Thea Tate’s scandal was exposed, it changed the Sheffield matriarch’s opinion of Clara.

Isaac Sutton’s feelings were complicated.

He didn’t want Clara to be mistreated or aggrieved in the Sheffield Family; he didn’t want the Sheffield matriarch to make trouble for her.

However, he also couldn’t stand how much the Sheffield Family valued Clara.

Because their regard for Clara reflected how much Silas Sheffield cared for and loved her, that it was through him the family treated Clara so well.

Isaac Sutton felt this conflict inside.

"Clara..." he couldn’t hold back and greeted her.

Clara didn’t respond, not even sparing him a glance.

Susan Saxon glanced over dismissively, snorting, "Clara, let’s not bother with him."

With that, Susan Saxon led Clara around Isaac Sutton and walked away.

Behind them, Aunt Michelle Morgan and Aunt Victoria Yeats didn’t know Isaac Sutton personally.

But they’d heard of Isaac Sutton, knew there was a person who had deceived and hurt Clara in a past school relationship.

Witnessing the scene before them, Michelle and Victoria had no difficulty understanding.

They quickly deduced that the young man in a graduation gown, about Clara’s age, must be her scummy ex-boyfriend.

Passing by Isaac Sutton, both Michelle and Victoria rolled their eyes unanimously.

Sophie Sheffield couldn’t even be bothered to scold, simply ignoring Isaac Sutton.

Finally, Silas Sheffield and Isaac Sutton’s gazes met, and an unspoken tension filled the air.

Both men were tall, with straight and lean builds.

But one was in a tailored suit, exuding a powerful aura, cold eyes framed by deep brows, his presence carried the pressure of authority.

The other wore a loose graduation gown, with handsome features and sharp eyes, yet lacked maturity and composure, without the inherent dominance of a leader, leaving him inferior in charisma by far.

Isaac Sutton clenched his fists, tightened his lips, and stared fiercely at Silas Sheffield, filled with envy and anger.

However, Silas Sheffield only gave him a light glance and casually walked past him, stride long and confident.

That glance was full of indifference and casualness.

As if he was just a stray cat or dog by the roadside.

No, wait.

At least stray cats and dogs are cute.

Comparing him to stray cats and dogs would be an insult to them.

He was, at best, a weed by the roadside.

Isaac Sutton viewed Silas Sheffield as a formidable rival, yet Silas Sheffield never regarded him seriously.

This disdain wounded Isaac Sutton’s pride, heightening his jealousy and hatred toward Silas Sheffield.

Watching the man’s retreating figure, Isaac Sutton clenched his fists tightly, nearly grinding his molars to dust, his eyes full of gloom.

Silas Sheffield, what are you pretending for? Someday, I will take Clara back and make you pay for your arrogance and conceit!

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Clara’s seat was arranged by the school in the front row, beside Silas Sheffield’s, rather than grouping her with her classmates by college class.

After about an hour, the school’s leadership finished their speeches, and the graduation ceremony concluded, with students gradually heading outside.

Next was the group photo.

The scene would take place at the auditorium entrance.

Clara and the Sheffield Family exited the auditorium, where her college classmates were already positioning themselves under the photographer’s directions.

Clara smiled gently and said to Silas Sheffield and the others beside her, "I’ll head over for the group photo now."

"Go ahead, Grandma will wait here for you," Susan Saxon chuckled.

"Go on," Sophie Sheffield and the two aunts said in unison.

"Okay," Silas Sheffield nodded, "We’ll wait for you."

Clara stood in place, lifting her lips in a smile toward the camera.

Suddenly, she noticed a familiar face in the crowd behind the photographer.

Julian Hawthorne stood tall, quietly within the crowd, his gaze reaching through the throng to meet hers.

Clara paused, momentarily taken aback.

Instinctively, she looked towards Silas Sheffield’s direction.

The man stood in the crowd, his black suit exuding noble elegance, the deep eyes beneath gold-rimmed glasses watching her intently.

Clara’s heart settled.

Only looking at her husband put her at ease.

She flashed a bright and radiant smile in Silas Sheffield’s direction.

The usually serious man also curved his lips, returning her smile.

Thus, the two subtly exhibited their affection from afar.

Julian Hawthorne witnessed the bright smile on Clara’s face, his gaze flickering as he followed her sight to Silas Sheffield standing not far away.

Indeed, only when she faced Silas Sheffield did she smile so radiantly, her eyes sparkling like stars.