It was a family photo of the three of them that Yanny had always wanted. He liked to look at the photos of the three of them at the amusement park on her phone. Every time he did, he would have a satisfied smile on his little face.Because of that, she decided against deleting the photos. She would keep them for now.In the photo Clara was looking at, they were on the merry-go-round. Yanny was smiling with joy while Clara was gripping the armrest of the seat next to her with her brows slightly furrowed. She seemed to be holding something back.The pain must have assaulted her again at the time, so she was feeling uncomfortable.Wilson's face was turned towards her.If she didn't know better, she would have thought that Wilson was looking concerned.Sometimes, photos could lie too. Even though Wilson and her were sitting in the same wooden cart, the rift between them was as wide as an abyss.Hopefully... she would never see him again, even in the afterlife.Suddenly, Clara heard
Even if the man in front of him was his Daddy, he wouldn't let him hurt Mommy!Wilson's face sank. "Yanny, get out of the way. Your Mommy did something wrong and must apologize!""I won't get out of the way. Mommy didn't do anything wrong. Why should she apologize?!" the little boy said, "Mommy only touched that woman lightly. That woman fell backwards on her own. Mommy simply didn't want that woman to touch me! Mommy didn't do anything wrong!"He didn't like that woman either!Although that woman kept smiling at him, the way she looked at him was nasty.Yanny may be a child, but he could sense if someone liked or disliked him!However, Yanny's words only angered Wilson further."Clara, is this how you teach your son? You're full of lies! Do you want your son to grow up to be a pathological liar like you too? You probably don't know this, but there are surveillance cameras in the room!""Sandra just wanted to say something to Yanny, but you pushed her away!""I know you didn’t
Why must he let Yanny hear those things?!"Mommy, does... does Daddy hate me?" the little boy asked. He looked at Wilson, then at Clara.Yanny's eyes when he looked at Wilson were no longer full of admiration and love like before, but filled with hurt and detachment.It was only then that Wilson realized with a jolt what he had just said!"Take... take the boy away!" Wilson told his men.They quickly stepped forward and picked Yanny up. Even though the boy struggled and screamed, it was in vain."What are you doing to Yanny?!" Clara said angrily. She tried to snatch her son back, but Wilson held her arm tightly and wouldn't let go."Yanny is my son, I'm not gonna hurt him. But you, you must come with me to apologize to Sandra and the Coopers!" Wilson said.He then dragged Clara towards the park's exit and told two of his men to stay and take care of things in the park.Their argument had attracted the attention of quite a few people in the vicinity.Wilson dragged Clara onto
"Wilson, why do you trust Sandra so much? Is it because she once donated bone marrow to you and saved your life?" she suddenly asked.His brows furrowed. "How do you know about that?" As far as he knew, only the Birch family and the Cooper family knew about it. The matter had never been made public."If I tell you that the person who saved you wasn't her, would you believe me?" she asked."Are you trying to slander Sandra again? Do you want to go back to prison?" he rebuked her impatiently, "I don't care how you know about that, but I'm warning you, don't even try to cause a conflict between me and Sandra!"As he said that, he grabbed her jaw hard. His eyes were icy cold, and so was his voice. "If the person who saved me wasn't Sandra, who else could it be? You? I swore that I would protect her, love her, and be loyal to her all my life, so don't even think about it!"Clara burst out in laughter. Her laughter became louder and louder."Stop laughing!" he yelled. Her laughter soun
But this time, she didn't want to apologize.If she did, it would be akin to admitting that she did push Sandra Cooper on purpose and with malice. Yanny would never be able to keep his head high anymore from now on!Her silence made him feel a little uncomfortable. He knew he should retract his hand and stop touching her.But he couldn't, as if he could not bear to give up touching her slightly cool cheeks, as if he was attached to her body heat.Her cheeks were sunken, and her skin was no longer fair and smooth like it was in the past. Instead, it was the color of wax, probably due to malnutrition.However, her elegant facial features remained unchanged – eyebrows the shape of curved willow leaves, tiny nose, and long, curly eyelashes that stood out because her eyes were closed.At the moment, she looked like a quiet doll. He could not take his eyes off her. He only came back to his senses when they reached the hospital. He quickly retracted his hand as if he had touched somethi
"I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I admit it? You're asking someone who was framed to apologize to the person who framed them. You can't even tell right from wrong!""I don't care, you have to kneel and bow down to her! You better not make me force you!"Clara scoffed. "You're as clueless as ever, Wilson Birch. You believe everything that the Coopers tell you. You really think Sandra Cooper saved your life? She didn't do anything! The blood flowing inside your body right now has nothing to do with her!"The Coopers visibly panicked when they heard that. Sandra, who was leisurely eating on the hospital bed, tensed up, almost spilling the tonic.Did... Clara know something? Did she know about the bone marrow donation?"Wilson... She... What does she mean by that?" Sandra asked, pretending not to understand. Her face was pale and sickly, making her seem weak and fragile.Wilson said, "It's all nonsense. Just ignore her."Mr. Cooper quickly stepped forward and gave Clara a har
He could still remember the day they met like it was yesterday. He was in the hospital for a follow-up inspection when Sandra walked up to him with a smile and said, "I learned by accident that you're the recipient of my bone marrow. I’m glad to hear that you're recovering well."That was how he found out who his bone marrow donor was.When a match was found in the bone marrow registry, the doctor had called to inquire, but the potential donor refused to donate.At the time, Wilson felt like his entire world had gone dark. He still had a lot of unfinished business. He was not ready to die yet.But then, the bone marrow registry found another match. While waiting for an answer, he was extremely nervous every day, afraid that he would get rejected again.To him, living felt like a luxury that depended on someone else's mercy and generosity.He was so scared that he would get rejected again.So, so scared!But the hospital brought him good news. Not only did the potential donor a
It turned out that he would never stop hurting her!Wilson's entire body tensed up. She... hated him!Her voice wasn't that loud, but it thundered in his ears.He sought her out for revenge, so it made sense that she would hate him. He didn't even care if she hated him. Otherwise, he would not have done what he did to her four years ago.However, when he heard the word "hate" come out of her mouth, he felt like there were a million swords slashing at him.Clara's head was pushed down again and again, and her forehead hit the floor again and again, repeatedly making a thumping sound.Clara owed Sandra this, but why did the sound sting his ears so?!She was like a soulless shell, letting herself be humiliated without any resistance.And... he was the one who gave the order!Enough! He wanted to shout that it was enough! He didn't want to see any more of this. This was already enough compensation, for her and for him!Clara was the one being forced to bow down, but he felt like