It reminded her of the last time she had seen him at the convenience store. His complexion had been equally pale, with a touch of gray on his lips.Back then, she had attributed it to fatigue.But if he had also had his blood drawn at the hospital around that time...That was roughly a month ago, and the nurses in the restroom mentioned that he had his blood drawn monthly!"Do you really come here to draw blood every month?" Clara questioned.Wilson's expression changed slightly before he replied with a smile, "Why would you think that? I'm in good health. Why would I have to come here to draw blood every month?"She pursed her lips tightly, aware deep down that she knew the answer, but...Suddenly, Clara rushed past Wilson. She pushed open the room door and stepped inside.Within, a nurse was organizing a blood bag.Wilson tried to stop Clara, but couldn’t do so in time. Clara had already seen the blood bag with Wilson's name tag on it, indicating a volume of 400 milliliters.
However, Wilson was now drawing 400 milliliters of blood every month!"Don't you know how dangerous this is?!" She glared at him, feeling a surge of anger rising within her.But she couldn't understand why she was so angry.Was she angry because he prepared blood for her in secret? Or was she angry because he neglected his own well-being? Or perhaps it was some other reason..."So what?" he replied calmly, his gaze resting gently on her. "Clara, this is the only way I can help you. I know it’s hard for you to trust me now, but... I want this baby to be born safely more than anyone else in the world. I want to make sure that nothing goes wrong for you."He paused briefly before continuing, "It's just 400 milliliters at a time. Even if it's once a month, it's nothing. I promise you, I'll take care of myself and make sure my body is fully healthy."Because, besides his blood, his body also contained his liver... His liver was very important too.If her condition worsened, he could
She struggled to break free from his grip, but his fingers remained firmly wrapped around her arm. "This has nothing to do with the doctor. I insisted on doing this!" he claimed."Even if you insisted, the doctor should have considered an ordinary person's limit..." Clara argued, attempting to pry his fingers off her arm with her other hand.Wilson's body wavered slightly, almost losing his balance.Clara stopped, her expression filled with concern. "Are you alright? Do you feel unwell?" His current condition reminded her of the last time she saw him at the convenience store. He also looked really weak back then, as if he could collapse at any moment."I haven't had breakfast yet, so I'm a little hungry, that's all," he smiled lightly.But that smile brought a wave of sadness to Clara's heart.In the end, Clara went with Wilson to a restaurant near the hospital. Even Clara herself didn't understand why she would do that. They ordered easily digestible meals and ate together."Yo
"I'm willing to take the risk because the baby is a new life. Since the baby has chosen me to be its mother, I'll do everything in my power for the baby. But you take such a huge risk to draw and store your blood even though the chances of me actually needing that blood are very slim. Taking such a huge risk when the blood will most likely be unnecessary is not worth it," Clara explained."So you think it's unnecessary? But... I want to be as prepared as possible. Even if it's a small chance, the chance still exists, right?" Wilson retorted. "No matter what you say, I'll continue to draw and store my blood until you give birth. If you don't need the blood, then it can go to other people who need it. It won't go to waste."Clara didn't know what else she could say to persuade Wilson. Once a man like him had made up his mind, it’s difficult to persuade him otherwise.After finishing their meal, Wilson went back to the hospital with Clara to collect her report. Everything was fine, so
Wilson turned around and returned to the hospital. He told the doctor in charge of his case, "I've told my wife that I'm storing blood at the hospital. However, I'd prefer her not to be aware of other details. I trust that the hospital can maintain this confidentiality for me."The doctor nodded and replied, "Of course. The hospital will not reveal anything."Satisfied with the doctor's assurance, Wilson left the hospital once again. Upon arriving at the company, he immediately noticed Queenie Yale standing at the front desk, seemingly wanting to go in.Queenie's face brightened when she saw Wilson. She quickly walked up to him and said, "Mr. Birch, it's a pleasure to see you. Do you remember me? We met at the White family's banquet the other day. I'm Clara's friend, I helped Clara a lot when she's... inside."Wilson looked at her coldly and asked, "How can I help you?""Well..." Queenie pretended to be hesitant. "It's about Clara. I... I would like to speak with you privately, if
"Clara eventually developed a high fever. At first, she refused to take any medication, fearing it would harm the baby in her womb. She endured the fever, but it worsened to the point where her life was at risk. She had no choice but to take the medicine to save both herself and her child," Queenie continued, "She clearly loves the father of that child very much. Mr. Birch, I'm telling you this with good intentions. I hope you can take good care of Clara. She's already suffered so much. Although she once loved the father of her firstborn deeply, she's with you now..."Her voice trailed off abruptly, her eyes fixated on Wilson. His face was filled with pain. The agony on his face was intense, profound, as if he were trapped in an endless abyss, as if he were already in hell.Queenie was startled by the anguish she saw on Wilson's face. She had never witnessed a man in such excruciating pain.Clara was the cause of that pain!This only fueled Queenie's jealousy further. Why was Clara
And when she did, Harvey Powell would be nothing to her!Just then, the office door abruptly opened, and Wilson's secretary said, "Mr. Birch, your wife..."She froze mid-sentence. Following behind her was Clara. When Clara saw what was happening in the office, her eyes widened in shock, astonishment evident on her face.Queenie... and Wilson?! What are they doing...The sound of the door opening snapped Wilson back to reality. His gaze met Clara's shocked eyes. He was taken aback and instinctively tried to get up, but as he moved, he realized that Queenie was almost clinging onto him.He frowned and forcefully pushed Queenie away without any hesitation. Then, as if afraid that Clara would misunderstand, he quickly approached her and said, "Clara, it's not what you think. I... There's nothing going on between us. I just..."As the person in charge of a large corporation, he could remain fearless even when facing influential figures, but now, in front of the delicate woman carryi
Fear welled up within her. She felt as if Wilson had seen through all her intentions."Mr. Birch, I... I just..." Queenie stammered, attempting to explain, but Wilson ignored her completely and dashed out of the office.The secretary standing nearby looked at Queenie with disdainful eyes. She had seen many women like Queenie before. However, in her boss' eyes, the only woman who mattered was Mrs. Birch!Clara was currently standing outside the company, waiting for a taxi. After what she witnessed in Wilson's office, she couldn't help but feel like an idiot for coming here.If she had simply called him, she wouldn't have witnessed that.The suffocating sensation still lingered in her chest, as if trying to confirm something. But... it was something she didn't want to confirm!A taxi pulled up in front of her, and just as she was about to get in, someone grabbed the door. "Clara, wait, listen to me, it's really not what you think.""But I’m not thinking anything," Clara said. "I