"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.
She gently pulled his hand away and said, "Alright, I really have to go now. Take good care and rest well.""I'll tell someone to take you home," he insisted."Your mother has already asked a driver to take me home. Don't worry," Clara reassured him.When she left the ward, the faint smile on her face disappeared.If Wilson hadn't stopped her today, she might have already expressed her desire to start over with him.Maybe some things were just not meant to be after all, she thought.Maybe the words she did not speak would never be spoken anymore.Should she blame herself for loving him too little or blame him for loving her too much?As Madam Birch said, Wilson would sacrifice his life for her, but she wouldn't do the same for him. She had too many attachments, and her obsession with love had faded away a long time ago.Perhaps it would be best for both of them to end things here.That way, he would not be so fixated on her anymore, and he could truly start anew.He wouldn't
She couldn't give him the answer he wanted, no matter how much he desired it. He reached out, holding her slightly cold hand, and said apologetically, "I don't mean to pressure you. I'm just so eager. Like I've said before, I'll wait, no matter how long it takes. I'll wait until you're willing to be with me."She took a deep breath and said, "I'll give you an answer when you're discharged from the hospital, alright?" His eyes showed a hint of joy upon hearing this, and his voice became slightly excited. "Okay, I look forward to your answer that day.""Go to sleep then, or the doctor might delay your discharge again," she said. He playfully responded, "Looks like I'll have to make the doctor approve my discharge earlier." This time, he closed his eyes, missing the bitterness in Clara's eyes.Discharge... the sooner he was discharged, the shorter their happy days together would be. After Wilson fell asleep, Clara carefully withdrew her hand and left the ward.As soon as she s