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
"No one's giving me a hard time. I don't need any help," Clara said."Is that so? That's a relief." Queenie acted as if she was genuinely glad about Clara's situation. She added, "Right, when will you be free? Let's have dinner together, my treat. We've reunited after so many years, so it's a celebration.""Umm..." Clara hesitated."Are you going to refuse? It's just a meal. Remember what happened when we were in prison? You were pregnant, and I begged the bullies to let you go and stop beating you." Queenie said, bringing up their history in prison again.At last, Clara had no choice but to agree. "Alright. Let's have a meal together, but it's my treat. I should thank you for your help back then.""Let's not worry so much about who's treating. Anyway, it's a promise. Let's meet again and have a good meal together!" Queenie said and left happily.Clara sighed. Somehow, she felt a little uneasy for no reason. She thought Queenie seemed overly enthusiastic and eager about having a
Wilson was in the hospital, looking very exhausted. His face turned a little pale, and more blood was drawn from his body."Mr. Birch, it's best not to draw any more blood in the short term. We normally recommend a healthy person to donate blood once in six months, but not more. You've had two consecutive blood draws within a short time, and you shouldn't have another blood draw until six months later," the doctor advised.Six months? Wilson had a bitter smile. Six months would not work at all. Their baby would be born before that, and if blood was needed by then, the current stock for their rare blood type would not be sufficient at all. More importantly, there were very few such rare blood types in blood banks."Moving forward, I'll have a blood draw once a month," Wilson said stubbornly. There was only a few months left before Clara went into labor. He hoped there would be enough blood stock just in case it was needed."It's too dangerous! Having a blood draw once a month could
Clara reflexively stepped forward to help Wilson from falling. It took Wilson a while to steady himself, his eyes shut tight and his hand pressed to his forehead.Surrounded by darkness, Clara realized Wilson's face was frighteningly pale under the moonlight. While she was holding him, her hand touched his, and she was suddenly aware that his hand felt terribly cold. After a few moments, Wilson finally fluttered his eyes open slowly. He straightened up and said weakly, "I'll get going.""What's wrong with you?" Clara could not resist asking. Wilson looked so fragile like he was about to collapse at any time."Me?" Although slightly startled by the question, Wilson quickly forced a smile and acted as if nothing had happened. "I'm fine. Don't worry." Despite that, only he knew how he was so exhausted to the point he was practically swaying on his feet.Wilson should have gone home to rest after the blood draw, but he missed her so much. Unable to stop wanting to see her, he came he
Her words had put a light in his eyes. "So, you want me to live, do you?"Wilson said, eyes sparkling.Clara almost choked at the light in his eyes. She could not stare directly at his eyes and ultimately looked away. "Whatever you think," she said vaguely."If you want me to live, I'll live, no matter how hard it is!" Wilson answered. He thought she no longer cared about his life, and he even thought she would rather have him gone from the world. Knowing that she wanted him alive because she wanted her children's father alive gave him the motivation to live."Call your driver. Ask him to pick up you," Clara told him."Oh, okay," he responded and pulled out his phone to call the driver. After the call disconnected, he heard her voice calling out to him again."I heard from the neighbors. Have you been around the neighborhood lately? You stayed in the car and kept watching the store?""I-I was just…" Panic flashed across his face, and he looked like a kid who had gotten caught by
Clara rushed to look for the medicine box while Wilson's hand was still bleeding, but when she came back with the first aid kit, she saw Wilson picking up the broken glass on the floor."Why are you picking that up?! Stop it!" Clara quickly stopped him."Sorry. I made a mess… Let me clean it up," Wilson said."Stop whatever you're doing! I'll do it later!" Clara hissed, taking the broken glass away from him. She grabbed his hand and checked the wound. Fortunately, no glass shards had gotten stuck in his skin, so it was relatively easy to treat.Clara hurriedly grabbed the first aid kit and began treating his wound with cotton and gauze. "If it hurts, just say so," she said. While Clara was treating the wound, Wilson stayed silent the whole time as if he felt no pain. When she was done treating the wound, she looked up only to meet his eyes.Clara reflexively tried to look away, but Wilson spoke first. "What if I hadn't tried to force you to abort the baby? Would things have been
The blood stain on her hand bothered her. Biting her lips, Clara quickly rinsed her hands with water.The blood on her hand disappeared under the running water, but the burning sensation she felt on her skin remained. Wilson's pale and weak appearance flashed in her mind, haunting her. Was he really just exhausted? Clara had never seen Wilson like this before. When she was bandaging his wounds, she felt that his hands were frighteningly cold.A strange and uneasy feeling rose in her gut, bothering her. Clara shook her head and told herself to stop thinking about Wilson and get him out of her mind. She and Wilson were from two different worlds. Although they were briefly together for a short period, they would always be from two different worlds and would never be together.-The next day, Mrs. Wells noticed that a glass was missing from the house. When she asked Clara, Clara answered awkwardly, "I accidentally broke it when I got up to drink water last night.""Oh. Did you hurt yo
Clara had learned a great lesson from almost falling for Wilson again. She told herself never to fall for him again, or the tragedy of the past would happen again. She warned herself not to repeat the same mistakes. Once fallen, she might be doomed forever!-The next day, Queenie drove to Clara's place around evening. "Clara, didn't we agree to have a meal together? There's a newly opened restaurant in town, and I heard the food is good. Shall we go over and give it a try?" Queenie suggested. "I even drove over to pick you up. You wouldn't mind, right?"Although slightly hesitant at first, Clara finally agreed with a small smile. "Sure. Let's have a meal together. Wait for me." After that, Clara informed her mom and son about the dinner plan and left the store with Queenie.Queenie brought Clara to an expensive restaurant. The restaurant was popular and trended online, and the key target market for this restaurant was said to be wealthy people.Clara looked around at the interi