Chapter 2287

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