"Watch something? What the hell did he show you?!" Clara thought about what Wilson had said before leaving."He showed me a practice for wrestling," Yanny said, his eyes shining with a different light for the first time. "It's completely different from Taekwondo."Unlike the various stances in Taekwondo, wrestling was far more direct and effective in dodging the opponent's attack and giving a good counterattack. Taekwondo was less practical compared to that."You liked what you saw today? So you don't like Taekwondo anymore?" Clara asked."Because wrestling will make me stronger! I'll protect Mom better!" Yannick said with a little voice.Clara listened, and it pained her a little knowing that her son gained his early wisdom due to the hardships of life."I know you've always wanted to protect me, but you're still a child. You shouldn't be living with this burden. Let me protect you now. All you have to do is grow up well. You can protect Mom when you're old enough, okay?"It wo
Wilson was about to say something when Clara's cell phone rang. He saw the name Peter Wall when Clara answered the phone."What's wrong, Peter?" Clara asked."Clara? Can you keep an eye out for me? If you see Riley, please call me right away." Peter sounded very anxious.Clara was surprised. "What happened? Is Riley missing?""Yeah. I took her with me today, but I was too busy at the store, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye. I've already checked the surveillance recording in the area and saw her riding her bike down the street. She went out of the surveillance range, and I've already called the police," Peter explained."Riley said she wanted to play with Yanny again, so I thought she might come here. If you see her, please let me know." Despite saying that, Peter thought the possibility of Riley coming to Clara's store was slim. Riley was only three years old. Although Riley had been to Clara's store with him, how could such a young child remember the directions to get t
"It's Wilson here. Please help me find someone. Riley Wall, a little girl around three years old…" Wilson told the person on the other end of the line. He had even given the name of the market where Riley had gone missing. After he ended the call, Clara was surprised, and she asked, "How…how did you know that Riley was only three years old? And also, the name of the market." She hadn't told him anything at all. Wilson fixed his gaze on Clara. "I know way more than you think I do." "Did you investigate me and Peter?" That was all Clara could think of. Wilson didn't deny it.Clara looked disturbed. "Why did you investigate Peter? Don't touch him!" Wilson snickered and unbuckled his seatbelt. Then, he leaned toward Clara. Clara's body stiffened up as he enveloped her body. "You...! What are you doing?!" She uncomfortably asked while placing her hands against his chest to keep a distance between them. Wilson stared at the person in front of him. Years had passed since th
Wilson started the car immediately and drove to the police station.Clara hurriedly asked Wilson which police station it was and called Peter. Peter had just reported the missing case, and the police hadn't gathered any information yet. Clara was one step ahead of him. After knowing that Riley was in the police station, Peter hurriedly thanked her and rushed to the police station. Clara and Wilson arrived first. As soon as Riley saw Clara, she immediately shouted, "Aunt Clara!" Clara greeted the police and picked Riley up. "Do you know how much you’ve made your father worry about you when you ran out by yourself?""I wanted to visit Yanny, and I wanted to go to your house, but Daddy wasn't free to bring me there," Riley pouted after she said that. "Your father is busy working. If you want to visit Yanny in the future, you can give me a call. Then, I'll pick you up or bring Yanny to visit you, okay?" Riley smiled brightly and agreed. "You have to say sorry to your fath
Wilson, who was already imposing, exuded an oppressive aura as if he was blocking Peter from coming any closer to Clara.There was tension in the air. Clara hurriedly told Peter, "Bring Riley back home first, Pete. Mr. Birch will send me home." Peter hesitated for a moment. "Alright, stay safe." "Sure." Peter left with Riley after he went through the formalities at the police station. Wilson stared at Clara. "Why did you call me Mr. Birch but call him Pete?" Everyone could tell if their relationship was close or distant by how she addressed them. Clara looked at Wilson puzzledly. "Should I call you Wils, then?" Wilson's expression darkened. It would have been better if she had called him Mr. Birch instead of Wils. "Are you hungry? Do you want to grab something?" He looked at the time and asked. "No, I have to go back to the store. Thanks for helping to find Riley today. I'll make a move first," Clara said. Wilson grabbed her hand before she could take a step. "Yo
"It's fine, it's just a mild pain. You can start the car. I want to get back early," Clara said. Wilson's expression darkened, and they started the car. When the car stopped, Clara only realized they were in front of the hospital. "I don't have to go to the hospital…" Before Clara could finish speaking, Wilson had already carried Clara out of the car. He brought her to the emergency room and requested a doctor to treat her. He had even pulled some strings and called the hospital hepatologist to treat Clara. He made it seem as if Clara was in a critical situation. After examination, the doctors said that Clara's pain was a common occurrence after a liver transplant. There was no way to cure the pain, and she needed to rely on medication to alleviate it.The pain would gradually disappear in the long run. Wilson did not feel embarrassed about the fuss he made after knowing about Clara's condition. He was relieved instead. "Do you have any painkillers at home?" Wilson asked
After Clara ended the call, she hurriedly got off the hospital bed and gathered her things, "I have to go back." She hurriedly ran out of the emergency room.Only then did Wilson come back to his senses. He chased after her and said, "I'm the one who brought you here. It's only right for me to send you back." Both of them kept quiet all the way to Clara's store. They reached, and Clara opened the door to get off. "Clara, I don't think that we should disassociate with each other. Since you chose to give birth to Yanny, we have a connection no matter what," Wilson said softly. Clara lowered her head and got out of the car without saying anything. Wilson smiled bitterly and left after she entered the store. When Mrs. Wells saw Clara return, she hurriedly asked, "Did Wilson do anything to you?" "No. He just helped me to search for Riley together." In the evening, Clara asked for Yannick's opinion. "Do you want to keep learning Taekwondo, or do you want to watch the combat
After some practice, even his coach couldn't help but marvel at Yannick's perseverance. Wilson was observing Yannick's practice aside. Even though his son was knocked to the ground again and again, he would get up very quickly and continue fighting. There was determination and strength in Yannick's eyes, similar to Clara's. Wilson knew that his son desired to become stronger. Yannick was so determined that it made him look like he had suffered all the ups and downs in this world. Wilson felt bitter. He would have had a happy family now if he had not been blinded by hatred and not believed Sandra. When Yannick finished practicing, Wilson approached him and said, "I'll send you home later." "No, thank you. I saw a bus stop next to this block. I can take the bus." Yannick refused. "I'll come here and go back by myself in the future too!""Do you have to refuse me that much? I'm your father!" Wilson said. "I haven't had a father ever since I was born!" Yannick said and went