“Listen to the doctors. You should stop talking,” Clara said. “You didn’t push me away because you didn’t want to hurt me, right?” Wilson continued talking. “You saved me. I shouldn’t push you away… if you want to hug me,” Clara stuttered. Wilson’s embrace made her restless. “Is that so? It doesn’t matter whether you’re being grateful or you’re pitying me, I’m fine as long as you have a little bit of me in your heart.” Wilson couldn’t bear the feeling of Clara looking at him as if he was a stranger to her. “Wilson, what are you trying to say?” “When you addressed me as your husband just now, I just want to ask if there’s the slightest chance that I can make our marriage a lifetime? Can I be your husband?” Wilson asked nervously. He had mustered all of his courage to say that. Clara didn’t know how to answer for a moment. She would have rejected him without hesitation previously, saying that it was impossible between them and that staying away from each other was the
Clara used to hate Wilson so much. She never thought that she would eventually let go of her hatred one day. “Can we still get back together?” Clara mumbled to herself in the silent room. She sighed and turned around to leave. “Clara… Don’t leave me…” Clara was startled by Wilson’s voice. Then, she realized that he was sleep-talking. No one knew how much determination it would take for her to say yes to him. The following day, Clara was discharged from the hospital. Serenity and Lisa came to pick her up. Wilson stood by Clara’s side as she was packing her belongings. He even wanted to escort her to Serenity’s car. In the end, Serenity teased him. “Mr. Birch, we won't lose Clare. We will send her back to her store safely. Don’t worry.” “I’m going home. Rest well. I’ll visit you soon,” Clara said to Wilson.“Got it,” Wilson responded obediently. When Clara was about to follow her best friends into the elevator, Wilson suddenly hugged her again and whispered in her
"That’s right, Clara. Wilson definitely loves you, so ultimately, it depends on your feelings for him," Lisa remarked. "If you still love him, why not give him and give yourself another chance? If it doesn't work out, you can just break up with him again. That way, at least you won't have any regrets."Clara sighed, "But I'm scared... If we reconcile and then break up again, I don't know if I can survive the heartbreak this time.""You’re afraid Wilson might betray you again, causing you more pain?" Lisa asked.Clara kept quiet, confirming Lisa's assumption."Then it comes down to whether you believe in his love for you or not. If you do, I think you should take the risk," Lisa suggested. "Life is full of uncertainties anyway. Until the very end, we can never know how things will turn out. When I got together with Terry, I had similar concerns, but instead of hesitating, I decided to just do it. At least, I won't have any regrets in the future!"Clara looked at Lisa with surprise.
Clara's mother stared at her daughter in disbelief, her eyes filled with astonishment. "What did you just say?""I mean, if Wilson and I were to reconcile, would you be okay with it?" Clara repeated.Her mother asked anxiously, "You want to give it another try with Wilson?""Wilson brought it up at the hospital. He wants us to be husband and wife for real, not just for appearances for the sake of the children," Clara took a deep breath, meeting her mother's gaze. Her mother had always been there for her through the dark times. "Mom, I still have feelings for Wilson. I'm not sure if these feelings have always been there and I’ve just ignored them, or if they've only developed recently, but I think he holds a place in my heart."Clara told her mother her true feelings.Her mother listened attentively, then responded gently, "Since you have feelings for him, and you two already have two children together, there's nothing wrong with starting over. After all these years, you haven't fa
Wilson frowned. "She's not just some woman, she's the love of my life. Also, it was my fault she got kidnapped. I didn't take care of certain things properly, which gave certain people an opportunity to harm Clara, so it's only right for me to save her!"Madam Birch responded angrily, "Wow, how righteous of you! You nearly lost your own life trying to save her! Did you consider how I would feel? Think about your own mother for a second. What would I do if something happened to you? I've already lost my husband; do you want me to lose my only son as well?"A hint of guilt crossed Wilson's face as he apologized, "I'm sorry, Mom.""That woman has you under her spell. Even if you feel guilty for what you did to her in the past, you've donated your liver to her. Isn't that enough?" Madam Birch remarked.Was it enough? Wilson smiled bitterly. Clara said it was enough, and now his mother was also saying it was enough, but... "It's far from enough, Mom. I love her, I love her so much that
Madam Birch's words, though seemingly polite, carried a firm tone, leaving Clara at a loss for words. However, Wilson intervened, saying, "Mom, I appreciate your care, but... I actually hope Clara can visit me more often. It will make me really happy."Madam Birch glared at her son and said, "I'll go ask the doctor about your condition."After Madam Birch left the ward, Clara felt a sense of relief as the oppressive atmosphere lightened."Don't mind her," Wilson assured Clara.Clara smiled. "Your mother cares about you, that's all." Clara thought Madam Birch's attitude towards her wasn't that bad. At least, Madam Birch didn't try to openly embarrass her.Placing the food on the bedside table next to Wilson, Clara said, "You can try this ground fermented rice drink first. It's made from rice and has a thick, satisfying consistency, so it's quite filling.""Okay." Wilson accepted the drink from Clara with a smile.As he tasted it, a gentle sweetness filled his mouth, accompanied
Clara felt her heart racing and her eyes welling up with tears as Wilson's finger pressed against her lips, sending a rush of heat through her. "I... I need to use the restroom!" she hastily said, but instead of going to the one in the ward, she quickly walked out of the room.She couldn't stay in the ward any longer, afraid that she might burst into tears in front of him. Since her imprisonment years ago, she had rarely cried. She had always told herself that tears were useless and that she must be strong.But lately, she had already shed tears several times because of Wilson.Clara rushed to the restroom at the end of the corridor, wanting to wash her face with cold water.Just then, a voice sounded behind her, "Miss Wells, can we talk?"Clara looked up and saw Madam Birch's reflection in the mirror above the sink.Clara turned to face Madam Birch, asking, "Of course. What do you want to talk about, Madam Birch?""Not here. Let's go to the empty examination room next door," Ma
"But because he loves you so much, he'll ignore his own safety!" Madam Birch said. "He stored blood for you at the expense of his own health. Can you imagine the damage it does to his body? This time, fortunately, the blood he stored could be used to save himself, but I'm afraid once he recovers and gets discharged from the hospital, he'll disregard any advice and store blood for you again!"After finding out that her son was saved thanks to the blood he stored previously, Madam Birch naturally investigated why he did that. And after she found out the reason, she became even more determined to separate Clara from him. In her eyes, her son's love for Clara had reached an irrational level.Clara tensed up. "I... I don't want him to store blood for me either. I'll talk to him and ask him not to do it anymore.""He loves you way too much. Even if you tell him, he'll ignore you and continue to harm his body for that small possibility of the blood being useful to you," Madam Birch said.