"So, what you're saying is, in less than half a year, you suddenly realized your true feelings? You claim to have fallen in love with a man you didn't love before? Clara, do you really expect me to believe a lie like that?" he retorted."It's not a lie, it's the truth," she hastily defended herself. "Back then, I thought my love for you was too shallow, while you loved me too much. I was afraid that if anything were to happen to me, it would bring you a lot of pain, and that's why I said those things. But now..."Her voice trailed off, and her gaze shifted to the right side of his rib cage, where his liver resided – the very organ he had selflessly donated to her not once, but twice.He followed her gaze, and a flicker of realization crossed his face. He asked with a frown, "You know?"He asked the question out of the blue, but she understood."Yes, I know. I know that you donated your liver to me again when I gave birth," she said, her eyes welling up with tears.He seemed to ha
Wilson silently looked at Clara. She's right, he still had feelings for her, and he couldn't control that.And that's why she could manipulate him anytime she wanted."My actions must have caused some misunderstandings. Listen to me. I saved you not out of any lingering feelings for you, but because I made a promise to my former self," he stated coldly."A promise?" she paused, "What do you mean?""Before undergoing hypnosis, I wrote a letter to myself. I did it because I was worried the hypnosis might impact my memory or alter certain thoughts. In the letter, I told my future self that, even if I no longer love you, I must save your life no matter what," Wilson calmly explained.What he didn't mention was that he probably wrote the letter because he genuinely feared for her safety during childbirth. That was why he had insisted on saving her life. He told his future self that, if he didn't do that, and if one day the hypnosis was somehow lifted, he would be tormented by a pain wo
"But you'll have to go through a lengthy court process that will take at least six months. If the media finds out, it’ll negatively impact the Birch Group's reputation," Clara pointed out, her eyes red with emotion.He scrutinized her. Her eyes were welling up with moisture, as if tears were on the verge of falling from them once again. His heart tightened, and memories of the previous times she cried flashed through his mind.One time, she cried and pleaded, "Wilson, you've got to believe me! I didn't push Sandra Cooper down the stairs! I didn't!" Another time, she begged with tears in her eyes, "Wilson, please spare me, spare me!" And finally, amidst her tears, she had declared with a calm voice, "Wilson Birch, I will never forgive you..."These were the memories he had of her crying. He no longer loved her, so he should be able to look back at those memories like an outsider, right? Then why... why did they still cause him so much pain? His heart... it hurt so much!Dr
Sometime later, Wilson's nurse, Mandy Monroe, entered the room and said, "Mr. Birch, it's time to take your medicine." She placed a tray on the coffee table and handed Wilson his pills and water.Wilson took the pills and swallowed them.After Mandy checked his temperature and blood pressure, she said, "Mr. Birch, the woman who came today...""Don't worry about her. I'm tired, I want to take a nap. You may leave," Wilson said."Alright," Mandy responded and slowly exited the room. Before closing the door, she couldn't help stealing another glance at Wilson.Earlier, she had heard from Frank that the woman who came today was Mr. Birch's wife. Mandy was surprised to find out that Mr. Birch was already married. However, during the most difficult period of Mr. Birch's recovery, his wife wasn't even there for him!She didn't deserve to be Mr. Birch's wife!Mandy went downstairs with anger in her heart. She was originally a nurse in a prestigious hospital. She was young, beautiful,
Clara bit her lip in contemplation. She stood up, asked the servant where Wilson's room was, and headed towards his room upstairs.After a gentle knock on the door, she heard a voice from inside say, "Come in."As she pushed the door open, she was taken aback. Wilson was shirtless, and there was a woman assisting him in putting on a shirt. The woman stood in front of him, buttoning his shirt up, while Clara was standing behind him, so she was unable to see the woman's face. She could only catch a glimpse of her figure and could tell that the person was a woman.In that instant, something pricked at Clara's heart. Was she bothered? Or perhaps, jealous that he was standing so close to another woman?Wilson turned his head back slightly. Upon seeing that it was Clara, he turned back around, as if he couldn't be bothered with her. "Oh, it's you. What's the matter?" he asked."I... I wanted to have dinner with you," Clara said."No need. I prefer to eat alone," Wilson replied indiff
But suddenly, Wilson spoke again, "You can leave too. I would like to dine alone." Mandy was taken aback. "But..." "But what?" Wilson's cold gaze instantly silenced Mandy."Nothing. I'll take my leave," she said meekly before leaving the room.Earlier, she couldn't help but feel as if he had seen through her, making her feel afraid.Mandy tried to assure herself that she was overthinking things.In the following days, Wilson never shared a single meal with Clara. The servants, who were originally treating her with respect, gradually became less respectful. Rumors spread among the servants that Wilson wanted to divorce Clara, but she refused, so she came to the mansion to try to win back his heart. Because of that, their attitude towards Clara became even more negligent.However, Clara paid it no heed. The only person she was concerned about was Wilson.Unfortunately, she rarely got the chance to see him.Today, after leaving her room, Clara made her way to the mansion's c
Wilson was recovering well under the professional care of doctors and nurses. Even so, Clara could not resist wanting to see his recovery, telling herself that a glance was all she needed.One of her hands searched out the buttons on his shirt, and she slowly unbuttoned his shirt. She carefully pulled his shirt over until she saw the scar on the upper right-hand part of his belly. It was a bad scar. Clara stared at the scar, tears in her eyes. She suddenly thought of the first time Wilson donated part of his liver to her. She had never really seen the scar he got after the operation. Even though they had spent another night together by accident, she had not seen the scar. The room had been dark, and she was too busy struggling.Later, Wilson got hurt for saving her and was hospitalized. He was covered in bandages, and she had never noticed this scar.She finally had the chance to see it.The second time Wilson donated his liver, the doctor operated on the same incision site as
"Really?" Wilson suddenly moved and stood up. He released his grip and yanked his shirt off, showing her the scars on his body.Clara stared at the hideous scar dumbfounded, this time getting a clearer view of it. "Does it still hurt?" she asked, tears bright in her eyes. "It's been two months. What do you think?" he said coldly.Clara should be relieved that it no longer hurt. "I'm sorry… You got hurt so badly for me…""It wasn't for you. I just did what my old self told me to do," Wilson's voice was cold."I've shown you the wound. So, don't casually come to undress me again." Wilson warned, suddenly leaning close to her. Wilson reached in front of her and stroked one fingertip over her lips. "Trust me. I'm not interested in you at all!" With that, he turned around and left the courtyard.Clara watched as Wilson walked away, feeling his lingering warmth on her skin. The bet did not improve the distance between them. Wilson clearly showed his intention to stay away from her