Sandra’s father was startled and intimidated by Wilson’s reaction. “Wilson, don’t you listen to those damned journalist. About… the bone marrow donation, I lied to you, but that was because I love you. I liked you before you even knew who I was. That’s… that’s why I did what I did. A-Although I lied to you, but… dishonesty’s not a crime, is it?!” Sandra countered defensively. Wilson glanced at Sandra and snarled, “You liked me?” His eyes were red and his voice sounded hoarse. “Did you like me, or did you like my family? Do you know that you’ve just destroyed my entire life?!”“I… how could I have destroyed your life?! I love you too much to do that!” argued Sandra, who tried her best to appear weak and harmless. “I know what I did was wrong and you’re upset because of it. If you want, I can apologize to Clara and make amends or whatever, I’ll do whatever you want me to.” “You love me?” So, you can lie to me because you love me? So, I’m turned into your executioner because you lo
“Smack!”The distinct sound of a slap was followed by silence. The force behind the slap almost sent Sandra tumbling to the floor again. The slap left one side of her cheek swollen with a bright red handprint on its surface. Immediately after the slap, Sandra seemed to feel no pain. She replied mockingly, “Even if you wanted to, with her condition, you’ll never make it up to Clara. I can’t wait to see what you’ll turn into when she dies!” Through narrowed eyes, Wilson almost bore a hole through Sandra’s body. “How did you find out about her illness?” At that, Sandra started cackling away. “Haha, how did I know? I know more about Clara’s condition than you’ll ever know! You’re blind as a bat, Wilson!” Wilson’s lips were tightly pursed as he gritted his teeth. After a long while, he finally spoke, “You’re not wrong. I guess I am blind!” He was blind enough to have remained ignorant for such a long time. He was blind enough to not figure out who was the one who actually treat
So that was the reason why she had thanked him with a smile, even after what he had said. At the time, she had completely let go of her feelings for him. How stupid he was in hindsight! It had taken him so long to finally uncover the true meaning behind that smile. The car soon came to a stop, and Wilson’s thoughts were interrupted by his driver’s voice asking, “Sir, why are you… bleeding?” Wilson slowly opened his eyes and followed his driver’s gaze. He raised his hand and touched the corner of his lips only to find that it was wet with blood. His jaw was so tightly clenched that he had bit into his lip unknowingly. Wilson proceeded to wipe the blood off his lips before he alighted from his car. Just as he was about to walk toward the inpatient block, he caught sight of Clara walking out with her mother and the two men who were responsible for guarding her ward. The men carried duffle bags as they walked. From the looks of it, Clara had just been discharged from the ho
At this point, Wilson was at a loss for what to do. He had no idea how he would go about asking for her forgiveness! ————Clara and her mother returned to her residence, where she asked the two bodyguards sent by Jackson to go back as there was no longer a need for them to keep protecting her. After all, their apartment was too small to accommodate two extra fully grown men. After the two of them left, Clara’s mother peered out of the window, and sure enough, she saw Wilson’s car parked in front of the apartment. Outside the car stood Wilson, who was currently staring at the building unmovingly. Her mother frowned. “How long is he planning to keep standing there for?!” “Mom quit being bothered by him. It’s none of our business if he wants to stand there for the rest of the day,” said Clara calmly. “I wonder what caused the sudden change in his attitude,” commented Clara’s mother skeptically. “Did he find out that you were framed for causing Sandra’s miscarriage? Is that why
Wilson apologized to Clara over and over again, but she found the whole situation incredibly ridiculous. He had already ruined her life, so what was the point of apologizing at this point? “Clara, you can beat me, scold me, or punish me however you like. But please, I just want to make up for the wrongs I’ve done to you. I just want to protect you…” “Enough!” she interrupted him abruptly. “Why do you still have the nerve to say such a thing? Back then, I told you over and over again that I didn’t push Sandra down the stairs, but not a single instance did you believe me. So what gives? Is it because you found out that Sandra wasn’t the one who saved your life back then? Is that why you believe that I was wronged? Does that mean that if she was the one who donated her bone marrow to you, you’d still insist that her version of events is true?!” Wilson choked up in that instant. For a moment, he had no way of refuting her words. “You’re only apologizing now just to make yourself fe
And he did all that because... he loved her!He loved her so, so much!"Clara, I love you!" Finally, he said the words that he had kept buried deep in his heart.Clara abruptly stopped struggling. She remained motionless in his arms like an obedient doll.He couldn't help but embrace her a little tighter.He used to embrace her just like this in the past. "I love you. In fact, I've always loved you. I just didn't have the courage to admit it. Do you know how worried I was when you stabbed yourself with broken glass? I wish I was the one who got hurt."He should have realized then how much he loved her!"Clara, I was blinded by hatred, but not anymore. From now on, I'll treasure you with everything I have. I'll help you appeal your case and give you the kind of life that you want. I'll even give you my liver. If one surgery's not enough, I'll donate my liver to you as many times as it takes until you're cured!"He's willing to sacrifice his life to save her! He would do anything
"You... hate me that much?" he asked, hoping against hope that she would deny it.Instead, what he heard was... "Yes. I wish I never have to see you again.""If... I didn't force you to kneel and bow down to Sandra in front of her family, would it still be possible between us? Would you have forgiven me?" His voice was hoarse and he was obviously holding back tears.However, she merely looked at him with cold eyes."The humiliation you endured, I... I'll make it up to you. Please, forgive me, I beg you. At the very least, don't refuse my liver donation!"With a thud, his knees landed heavily on the ground. He knelt before her.Clara gasped as her eyes widened in surprise.She did not expect Wilson to actually kneel before her.Then, she watched him lower his head and bow down to her – once... twice... thrice...His forehead hit the ground repeatedly, making a thud every time.Although there weren't that many people in the neighborhood at three o'clock in the afternoon, some p
Wilson sat in his car dejectedly, watching from afar as Clara picked Yanny up from kindergarten. He then watched them walk hand in hand towards the nearby station.He had a chance to reunite with them, but he destroyed that chance with his own hands.They were right there, but he couldn't go near them.He thought he had succeeded in life when he brought the Birch family back from ruin. But he was, in fact, an utter failure! The only woman he loved didn't want to see him ever again, not even after she died!His son, who could have been a healthy child, lost his hearing because of his act of revenge!All the past memories had turned into pain!He had no idea when or if the memories would stop hurting!Maybe... they would hurt him for the rest of his life, until the day he died!Wilson grabbed his chest where his heart was.The pain was unceasing, excruciating!That night, inside the Valor Residence, after soaking Serenity's feet and coating her hands with the dregs of the me