Five hours later, Clara arrived in Latveria around eight at night. As she walked out of the train station, she grew emotional looking at the familiar but unfamiliar scenery around her. Clara grew up in this city, fell in love with Wilson, and went to prison later. After getting out of prison, she chose to leave.She escaped from this city before, but this time, she returned here of her own accord.Outside the train station, Clara stopped and took a deep breath. She pulled out her phone and dialed Wilson’s number, only to be answered by a constant beep. Unable to contact Wilson, Clara dialed another number after a slight hesitation.Clara had gotten this number from Wilson. After their separation, Wilson had sent her a message one afternoon and left this number. He said if she needed help, she could call this number, and someone would help her to solve the problem.Within moments, the call connected, and a stranger's voice answered, "Hello? Is this Ms. Wells?""Oh, yes. I am!" Cl
Clara hesitated for a heartbeat and accepted Frank's offer. Frank was right. It would be safer for her to stay in a reputable hotel, especially if anything were to happen."Thank you. Sorry for troubling you," Clara said."Don't worry about it, Ms. Wells," Frank said, taking Clara to a five-star hotel in the city. If anything turned into an emergency, she could press the call button in the hotel room, and the staff would come to deal with it within minutes.Once Clara settled in the hotel, Frank told her, "Ms. Wells, have a good rest here. Contact me if you need anything.""I came to Latveria to see Wilson. Could you please contact him for me?" Clara requested."Yes, certainly," Frank agreed and left the room shortly.Clara unpacked her suitcase. Feeling a little tired, she grabbed a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom. As the water cascaded down, moistening her skin, Clara looked down and said to her bulging belly, "Baby, do you think Daddy will want to see Mommy?"W
A leisure trip? Clara smiled bitterly. How could she have the mood or time to travel? Summer's whereabouts were still unknown, and Clara needed to find her quickly."Ms. Wells, is there anything else I can help? If not, I'll hang up now," Frank said."Wait!" Clara raised her voice slightly. She hesitated and asked, "Wilson… Does he hate me now?""Well..." Frank carefully answered, "Mr. Birch doesn't seem to hate you, but the way he treats you has changed. I guess… Maybe he has gotten over you."Clara shuddered. Had Wilson gotten over her already? She once felt that he loved her too deeply, and she never loved him as much as he did. He had already gotten over her, but she still could not let him go completely.Clara's heart throbbed with heartache. After the call disconnected, Clara appeared dazed, still holding the phone in her hand. It took her a long time before coming back to her senses. Wilson refused to see her. In that case, she would have to go to him! Clara thought and m
"I know your difficulties, so I came here to try my luck. Is Wilson in the office right now?" Clara enquired."He is, but he's in the middle of an important meeting.""Can you tell me where the conference room is? I'll go there myself. Didn't Wilson say you'd help me with anything I want to do?"Frank looked at Clara, but his voice stuck in his throat. He scratched the back of his neck. "But if Mr. Birch sees you, he might…""I'll take the blame," Clara said. "I forced you to tell me where he was."Clara assured Frank, so he had no choice but to agree. "I'll take you there." He would rather accompany her and not let her get into any unexpected situation, especially since she was pregnant with Wilson's baby."Thank you," Clara said.The receptionist watched as Frank led Clara into an elevator not far away, aghast at the turn of events. What just happened? Did Frank just refer to Clara as Madam? Who was she? Could she be Mr. Birch's wife? She was pregnant with a big belly. If sh
As the familiar figure came into view, Clara shuddered. Wilson!Wilson was tall of stature, and although slightly thinner than the last time she had met him in the hospital, he still looked good in a suit. Clara wrinkled her nose with emotion, staring at the cold look on Wilson's face. Her eyes watered.Clara never realized how much she wanted to see him again. This desire was not because of Summer, but also because of her yearning. She just wanted to see him. She wanted to know about his recovery and how he was doing."Wilson..." Clara called out in an inaudible whisper. But even so, it caught his attention.Wilson was talking to the person walking next to him, but when he heard her, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to her.The moment their eyes met, Clara's heart throbbed. Wilson was looking at her with a terrifyingly unfamiliar gaze. It was as if she was just someone he knew and nothing more.Clara looked into Wilson's eyes and seemed to understand why Frank had said W
Clara refused to let go. Wilson increased his strength, and it began to hurt her fingers."You should let go, or you'll be the only one who suffers," Wilson said, a hint of impatience in his tone."Wilson, I know I shouldn't bother you, but I need your help," Clara said urgently. "I have a very important friend, Summer Hope. Summer helped me a lot when I was in prison. I had a labor complication when I gave birth to Yanny, and she saved me. But over the years, I lost contact with her. Queenie says she knows where Summer is…"Clara quickly spelled out Queenie's demand. "I hope you can write a letter to the judge. Can you talk to your attorney? Queenie wants the trial to result in an acquittal."Wilson gave Clara a cold look. "You're asking me to spare a woman who almost got me killed?"Clara's breath hitched in her throat. Queenie's initial intention was to harm her, not Wilson. However, Wilson ended up hurt and had to be sent to the emergency room. If there had not been enough blo
This was karma, Clara thought, putting a hand to her chest. What Wilson did to her was the same as what she had done to him before. What she did to him at the hospital was cruel and heartless, and he did the same to her this time. She wondered if he shared the same pain the other day, and the idea of that made her chest feel tight. -"What? Clara went to Latveria alone?!"Serenity went to visit Clara at her store in Solaria and learned from Mrs. Wells that Clara had gone alone to Latveria."Yes. She wants to meet Wilson and talk about Queenie's case," Mrs. Wells explained."But Clara is heavily pregnant! And she's all alone…""Wilson arranged for his assistant to help Clara, so Frank helped her with food and accommodation arrangements," Mrs. Wells told Serenity about what she had learned from the conversation on the phone with Clara yesterday.Serenity was relieved to hear that, but she called Clara on the way home anyway."Clara! Why didn't you tell me about your visit to L
Clara looked at the time and waited. She knew Wilson had gotten over her and was cold and unfeeling toward her, but she still had to try. There was nothing else Clara could do. She could only beg for Wilson's help. Clara waited until the iron gates were finally open. When she saw a black sedan slowly drive out, she hurried over and shouted at Wilson through the backseat window. "Wilson, please listen to me. I know you don't want to see me, but I need your help." The man in the driver seat inquired, "Mr. Birch, do you want to stop the car?""No. Drive to the office," Wilson said coldly, catching a glimpse of Clara's face outside the window. Clara stood near the car and anxiously banged on the window. Despite that, Wilson quickly withdrew his gaze and looked away. He no longer had any feelings for her and remained indifferent.Clara watched the car drive away with a blank stare on her face. Bitter disappointment shadowed her eyes as she realized Wilson would not stop for her. R