Terry stiffened at her voice. Slowly, he turned his head and looked up at her. "Lisa? What are you doing here?" He forced a smile and said with a crack in his voice.Lisa was surprised by the haggard look on his face. "Are you tired from traveling abroad? You look so terrible. Why don't you go home and rest first? You can continue what you're doing after you've rested," she said as she approached him."When did you get back today? You didn't even call me when you got off the plane."Terry did not answer her. Instead, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his face onto her belly."What's wrong? Did... something happen?" Lisa asked, a little stunned. Her voice was so gentle, but it felt like a crushing weight on his chest.How could he tell her? His mother was the mastermind behind her and their child's close encounter with death! How was he going to tell her the truth? The only justice he had done for them was just to keep his mother confined in her residence fo
Terry reached up and gently pulled Lisa's hands down into his palms."But even so, I spared her. I didn't give the evidence to the police. I just made sure she would stay confined in the house for the rest of her life," Terry explained in a low murmur. "Sorry… I'm sorry…" He kept his head down and apologized profusely."Terry, you've done enough for me. Don't apologize! You haven't done me any wrong!" Lisa soothed him. "You're essentially using residential confinement on your mother, which is no different than her going to jail. Did you think I'd blame you? Because you might be favoring her?""I..." Terry gaped. It seemed Lisa understood his worst fears."I'm glad you didn't hide it from me. You did me justice. Although it was your mother, you still did it for me. Thank you for not hiding the truth and pretending it didn't happen," Lisa said."You're glad?" Terry murmured, staring up at her in surprise."Yes. I'm glad. I'm happy you're protecting me, but I feel sad too. I kno
Wilson and Clara had rare blood types, which were the most in shortage. Wilson had no idea if Clara's labor would be dangerous, but these were all he could provide—his blood and liver!"Yes, we understand," the doctor responded.The doctor and nurse left the room after completing the blood collection. Wilson slowly fluttered his eyes closed, and Clara's look of disgust flashed through his mind again. She had given him that look at the operating table the other day. It was as if she was sick of his mere presence.Wilson regretted his actions. He wondered if things could have changed if he had done things differently. Was it possible for them to be together again? After all, her attitude had already gradually softened.He never knew her determination to have this child was so strong. He only realized after what he had done, and once again, he had screwed up!Why was he always like that? He had been making the same mistake over and over again.-Clara was due for her maternity chec
Wilson froze. He never knew she was so terrified of him. Clara's hands were trembling, signifying her silent fear!"Wilson, we aren't made for each other. I just want the baby to be born safely. Please, just let me live in peace! Don't come near me again!" Clara yelled.Wilson stood dumbfounded. He had not realized the full extent of her resistance and fear! His face paled, and his lips trembled. He wanted to say something, but there was only more silence. Finally, he reluctantly let go of her trembling wrist, and Clara left and walked away.Wilson watched Clara leave in silence, and his heart was constantly aching, reminding him how much of an idiot he was.Clara went to the bus stop and waited for the bus to the hospital. Not long after, a car pulled over in front of Clara, and a man got out."Hello, Ms. Wells," the man greeted and explained himself. "Mr. Birch sent me here. I'll take you to the hospital.""No, thanks. I'll wait for the bus here," Clara refused politely.The m
Clara had gotten to know Queenie in prison, and the Queenie she knew then seemed a little different. Everyone wore the same prison uniform and never wore makeup in prison. "Yup. It's been a long time. I didn't expect to see you here. Are you pregnant?" Queenie said, sizing up Clara."Yeah," Clara answered with a nod. "What about you? Are you also pregnant?""No. I'm here because of infertility issues. Well, women will have a problem getting pregnant, especially when we get older. I remember you're a few years older than me. You're pregnant. Is this your second child?""Yes.""That's nice. I've never been pregnant before. I want to be pregnant with a baby and finally change my life," Queenie said with a glimmer in her eyes.Clara was slightly startled by the determination in Queenie's eyes. Queenie seemed committed—as if she had to carry a child to fulfill her great ambition. "Oh, right. The VIP clinic here is costly. You're here, so I guess you're living a pretty good life?" Q
Queenie was displeased with Clara. "Clara! You don't have to pretend with me, you know. We know each other’s history. Why else would you be pregnant at this age? Aren't you trying to baby-trap someone to secure the relationship? I've been kind enough to advise you. If you want to succeed in your plan, you need a boy. Giving birth to a girl will be of no use!""The gender doesn't matter. I have my children because I love them, not because I want to baby-trap someone into marriage!" Clara retorted."Come on, you can't fool me with that," Queenie replied.Clara gave up explaining herself to Queenie. With Queenie's strong bias, her efforts would be futile."Since we’ve happened to meet each other again, why don't we exchange phone numbers? Maybe we can hang out again sometime!" Queenie said, taking out her phone. "What's your phone number?"After hesitating, Clara gave her phone number. Although she did not click with the current Queenie, refusing to give her phone number seemed a lit
Unable to refuse, Clara finally gave Queenie the address. Queenie drove over and arrived in about half an hour, but she was surprised when she saw Clara running a small store."This is… Your store? Do you live here?" Queenie asked."Yeah. I've been running this place for years. It's easier to take care of my son because he studies in the school next door," Clara answered.After learning that Queenie was Clara's former cellmate and had occasionally helped Clara while in prison, Mrs. Wells greeted Queenie warmly and enthusiastically served her tea, cut fruits, and a variety of snacks."Queenie, why don't you stay for dinner? I'll go to the grocery and get whatever you like," Mrs. Wells offered."No need. I'm leaving shortly. I happened to meet Clara again, so I thought I'd keep in touch with her more," Queenie said, hiding her utter disdain for this humble and shabby-looking place.Queenie found the snacks and tea Mrs. Wells served cheap and unpalatable. She only made this trip to
Queenie's face sank. "You have nothing to do with him? What do you mean? You're about to give birth to his son! How can you not be related to him?""The child is mine, not someone else's. I've nothing to do with him. Believe it or not, it's up to you," Clara said."What…" Queenie gasped exasperatedly. "I was kind enough to invite you to a meal, yet you're treating me like this. Are you acting all high and mighty just because you rode in a car worth a few thousand?! What did you get out of the relationship, anyway? Just a small store like this? Who do you think you are?! You're just someone who has been in prison, just like me!" Spewing her anger over, Queenie picked up her bag and left. Mrs. Wells was surprised to see Queenie leave in anger. Unable to resist, she asked Clara, "What's wrong? Why did she leave?""I guess our values don't align," Clara said, knowing it would be hard to be friends with Queenie, especially with their difference in opinion. Maybe they should just keep a