Wilson furrowed his brows harder. He sneered, "What? Do you want to be with her?""It has nothing to do with you, Mr. Birch," Peter reminded. "I'm single, and so is she. Whether we're going to date or not is between me and her.The expression on Wilson's face changed slightly. Clara had said something similar before. She said her relationship with Peter was between them and none of his business.For a moment, Wilson felt abandoned. He was drowning in jealousy and stood up abruptly, grabbing Peter by the collar. "I'm telling you—Don't ever think about dating Clara!""Because you love her?" Peter asked in reply.Wilson's face darkened, his lips pursed tightly."If you love her, then why do you make her life so hard? She's running a small store and busy caring for her old mother and a young boy. Don't you know how tiring it is for her to live like this?" Peter said. Wilson's face sunk into the blackest shadow. Irritated, he tightened his grip on Peter's collar. He knew everything
Clara could not give her son much, so this was all she could do for him. Yannick gave it his all in learning Taekwondo. He knew how hard it was for Clara to pay the training fees. He knew he had to be stronger to better protect himself, Mom, and Grandma.Yannick was surprised to meet the bullies at school in the changing room in the Taekwondo training school. He had not met them because Mathew and the other classmates were not in the same Taekwondo lesson with him before, but this time, he bumped into Matthew and his friends, who quickly surrounded him."What a familiar face! Oh, it's you! Yannick! You must be so proud for making me transfer schools!" One of the boys spoke up, and his eyes were full of malice."Matthew Hudson! What are you up to?!" Yannick raised his voice and gazed around warily. Yannick was late for training and came to the changing room late. Everyone in the changing room was all part of Matthew's gang except him.Grandma was still out there waiting for him. The
Mrs. Wells was shocked to see what was happening inside the changing room. Wilson and his men were stopping the group of kids from attacking Yanny, who was all covered in bruises."Yanny? Are you okay?! Does it hurt?" Mrs. Wells rushed to hold her grandson in her arms and asked anxiously.Not wanting to worry his grandmother, Yannick shook his head and shifted his gaze to the man he was supposed to call ‘Dad’. Yannick's face and body ached, but he must not admit his weakness, especially when he saw Wilson here.This man had put Mom through so much pain. Even though Mom had never told him anything, Yannick knew his mom was wrongfully convicted and imprisoned because of Dad's testimony.Yannick was able to read. After looking up the case on the internet, he learned that Mom would not have gone to jail if not for Dad—because Dad testified had against Mom and sided with the evil woman instead.Yannick would never forget what happened in the park years ago. Mom had begged and pleaded w
The kids who got into the fight were all in the police station along with their parents, the trainers, and a representative of the training school.The representative waited in the police station with a scowl on his face. No one had expected the kids to fight in the changing room. If the parties involved in the fight were ordinary people, this would have been easy to resolve. All they needed was to make the kids apologize to each other and call it a day. Unfortunately, one of the kids was the child of a powerful figure, the Birch Group CEO's son! The representative was crushed in his mind again, wondering what his employees had been doing. No one had told him that the young master of the Birch family was enrolled in the Taekwondo school! The coach was depressed and frustrated as well. He thought of the woman who enrolled the boy in Taekwondo lessons and the elderly woman who often brought Yannick to class. Both of them did not look like rich people with the way they dressed! Besid
"Yes, understood!" the lawyer responded.When Clara finally arrived at the police station, she immediately rushed to Yannick and quickly checked on him. Yannick was not severely injured. Although Mrs. Wells had already told Clara about Yanny's injuries, Clara's eyes turned moist at her son's bruised and swollen face."Does it hurt?" Clara asked, sniffling loudly. Yannick shook his head. "No, I'm fine." Yannick grimaced as he spoke, the swollen part of his face hurting, which caused Clara more distress.Mrs. Wells said in her self-blame, "It's all my fault. I should've realized something was wrong when Yanny stayed in the changing room for too long. If the adults had gotten in earlier, Yanny wouldn't have been hurt like this.""It's not your fault, Grandma. I-I'm not strong enough," Yannick whimpered. He was not strong enough to fight the other boys. If he was stronger, he could have avoided getting hurt. Instead, he had caused Mom and Grandma more distress.Clara gently rubbed h
Wilson turned to his son and said, "I'll take your mom home. I'm not going to hurt her. Even if I want to do anything, it won't matter if you're here. Who do you think saved you today? If I had gotten in there a little later, your injuries could've been worse.."Yannick clenched his hands into fists and pressed them against his sides to hide the embarrassment crossing his face, but in the end, he gave up and left with Mrs. Wells.After Yannick and Mrs. Wells left, Clara spoke up and looked straight into Wilson's eyes. "Why did you grab my arms? What do you want to talk about?" she said, pulling her arm out of Wilson's grasp. Wilson felt desperately empty with her arm gone from his grasp. Clara would resist whenever he came closer or touched her. It was always like this. But a long time ago, Clara was the first who took his hands and said, "Wilson, I want to hold hands with you like this forever." Clara wanted to be with Wilson for the rest of her life once upon a time, but by t
Clara suddenly burst into laughter, her eyes moistening with tears. She laughed so loud that she started choking with laughter. It took her moments to stop choking, tears still in the corners of her eyes.This was perhaps the biggest joke she had ever heard, Clara thought and said with her voice full of mockery, "Are you serious, Wilson? You want me to marry you?" The look on Wilson's face tensed. "Yes, I want you to marry me.""You… How could you say that so easily!" Clara forced the words through clenched teeth. Once upon a time, she had hoped to hear him propose to her the most, but how could he propose to her under such circumstances? How could he?! How could he be so shameless?!"Everything in the past was all my fault!" Wilson rasped, "Clara, I've been living in regret for the last five years. I-I'm not asking you to love me again, but… Please let me take care of you and Yanny, okay? I want to give you a better life. I want you to live freely and without worries!""No need,
Clara shook her head. "No. We just had a few words." Looking at the time, Clara told her son, "Alright, Yanny. Have you done your homework? Why don't you take an early rest? I'll go to the school and explain the situation to the teacher tomorrow. You can complete your homework after…"Yannick interrupted Clara before she could finish her sentence. "I'll do my homework!" He quickly grabbed the pencil case from his school bag and promised Clara, "Mom, I… I-I won't let anyone bully me again. Don't worry about me. I'm a boy! It doesn't hurt!"'Doesn't hurt?' Clara thought, watching her son doing his homework on the small table. Yannick's red and swollen face was so jarring on her nerves, and tears filled her eyes. How could it not hurt?!When she was at the police station, her mother told her how Yanny had gotten beaten by the other kids. Fearing that the hearing aid would break again, he could only protect the hearing aid on his ears and not fight back.It was bedtime, and Clara lay