"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
Queenie was still in the office when Wilson returned. Summoning her courage, she approached him and said, "Mr. Birch, I believe there must be a misunderstanding between us. I came here today with good intentions. I didn’t mean to..."Before she could get close to Wilson, he slapped her across the face, sending her crashing to the ground."You didn’t mean to?" Wilson stared at her coldly. "Do you think I'm a fool? If it weren't for the fact that you've helped Clara before, I would have made you and the people backing you lose everything in Solaria for what you did today!"Queenie's body tensed up, feeling a searing pain on her face."Don’t let me see you again, you hear me? If I do, even if you've helped Clara before, I'm gonna make you suffer!" Wilson said coldly. "Also, if you dare tell anyone about what Clara went through in prison, I guarantee you won't be able to speak again."Queenie left Wilson's office trembling all over.Her heart was filled with fear. When Wilson warned
Mrs. Wells knew how much pain Clara had suffered. Although Wilson seemed pitiful, her daughter had endured much worse than him!"Okay, Mom. You should go to bed early," Clara said, ending the conversation.Clara watched her mom return to the room, and something cramped in her chest, so she crossed her arms against the chest. Finally, she lowered her gaze and let out a sigh. Ever since coming back, all she could think about was what she had seen in Wilson's office—the scene where Queenie was leaning against Wilson. Her logical brain knew something was strange about what she had seen, but she could not push away the emotions she felt witnessing it. Clara knew Queenie had no interaction with Wilson before, but what was with the pang in her chest? She had almost impulsively tried to run to them and pull them apart. What was wrong with her? She should not have cared!Her marriage to Wilson was nothing more than a marriage of convenience. A divorce was agreed upon at the time of the m
Wilson shifted his gaze and glanced at his son. "Well… Come, Yanny. Let's go.""Dad." Yannick hesitated for a moment before he called out to Wilson. Although it was just a word, it brought a smile to Wilson's face, and his eyes moistened. Wilson knew he should be content with this. He had done so many things wrong, but Yanny was still willing to call him Dad again. Clara watched the father and son interact, and the faintest glimmer of emotion flickered in her gaze.When the three arrived at Yannick's school, the school was bustling and filled with a crowd of happy parents and children. While the school event was going on, the parents accompanied their children to their respective classes.Each class would run a themed activity, and the parents and children would participate together. One of the classes had a haunted house, so the parents and children would act as ghosts and monsters in the decorated classroom with special sound and lighting effects.Some classes hosted an escap