When going down the stairs, Clara bumped into Mandy, who was about to walk past her. Mandy stopped abruptly and turned to Clara, seemingly unimpressed. "Why did you come back?"Clara stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the other woman."Mr. Birch was seriously ill after his operation, but you never came, not even once. You didn't care about him when he needed you the most. So, why are you coming back now?"Jealousy and resentment twisted through Mandy, and she spoke like she was in charge of the family."Mr. Birch is about to divorce you. Why are you still clinging to him, unwilling to let go? Are you trying to get more out of the divorce? Is the terms of the divorce not good enough?" Mandy questioned further.Clara's face sank. "Mandy, it's not your place to question my marriage. You're just a nurse, responsible for taking care of my husband's health in the meantime." "You—!" Anger rose in Mandy. She knew she was just a nurse, but Clara's words struck a nerve. Mandy was
Clara fell silent at the helper's words. Their attitude and disrespect were apparent. She could speak to Mandy for medicine but likely be refused or put in constant frustration.Not wanting to get herself into more trouble, Clara limped out of the villa and took her cell phone with her. When she arrived at the intersection, she took a taxi and went to a nearby drugstore. She was about to leave after buying the medicine, but a car stopped in front of her."Ms. Wells," the man greeted respectfully. "Madam Birch would like to meet you."Clara felt her heart sank. She knew this day would come sooner or later. She was back in Latveria and could not avoid Wilson's mother forever.Clara had previously made a promise to Lessie. She agreed to separate from Wilson, but instead, she came to Latveria in the hope of reconciliation. Clara even refused to sign the divorce papers. How could Lessie not know about this?Clara got into the car and went to Lessie's residence. She followed the maid to
Lessie looked pensive. The Birch and Wells family had been tangled in matters complicated beyond salvage. At this point, she could no longer tell who was right or wrong. Hopefully, the woman would keep her promise and divorce Wilson without any hesitation. And it would be another three months of waiting."I hope you'll keep your promise," Lessie finally uttered softly.The lights in Clara's eyes dimmed. Apparently, Lessie still hoped she could sign the divorce papers willingly despite the three-month wait. Right. In Lessie's eyes, Clara was just a woman who kept hurting his son."I will," Clara promised. As she turned to leave, she saw Wilson standing near the entrance of the living room. God knows how long he had been standing there. Did he overhear everything?"Mom, I told you before. Don't interfere in our affairs!" Wilson said in a low growl. He strode from the entrance and grabbed Clara by the wrist to lead her away.Clara stumbled and nearly lost her footing in just a few
Clara's froze. She heard him continue, saying, "Didn't I show you the wound last time? Still interested in it?""I just want to see if you're alright," she said with a little sob. "You picked me up so suddenly—""I'm not that weak. I can walk properly. Besides, it's been two months. You think my wound will reopen after this long?" Wilson scoffed, feeling ridiculous.Clara's breath hitched at Wilson's reply. It seemed a little silly of her to be this worried. The average time for an incision to fully heal was roughly 1 to 2 months. Wilson's wound should be fully healed already. Besides, he showed no sign of discomfort, so he should be perfectly fine.Wilson told the driver, "Drive."The car drove away from Lessie's residence and headed home. Silence stretched on until Wilson started speaking."You sprained your ankle. Why did you go out alone? Did my mother tell you to meet her?" he questioned. He had received news that Lessie's men had taken Clara back to the family mansion. Only
"You want to walk slowly? And then limp into your room?" Wilson grunted, silencing her.Feeling embarrassed, Clara chewed on her bottom lip, her cheeks red.Wilson probably carried her only because he was annoyed by her walking speed. Or maybe he was sympathetic. It had been very long since she had felt such a sense of security while being so close to him and in his arms.Wilson carried Clara into the house and carefully placed Clara on the sofa in the living room. He ordered the maid, "Go and bring the medicine box. Also, call Mandy over to take a look at my wife's foot.""Yes," the maid responded and hurriedly left to find Mandy.The other helpers in the living room watched Wilson and Clara's interaction with some surprise. Meanwhile, the helper who had refused Clara's request for a medicine box before had a look of fear on her face. The helper became worried, afraid Clara would tell Wilson about her refusal, causing her to lose her job. Although she was just a maid working fo
Wilson could have let someone else do it for him instead of taking the matter into his own hands."Either way, you're still legally my wife. We haven't officially divorced yet. Those working here should understand this," Wilson stated.Clara felt a warm feeling swelling in her heart. Wilson had always been like this, speaking with his actions rather than his words. Hopefully, the helpers in the residence would not take her lightly anymore and finally stop making things harder for her."Thank you," she said. "Thank you?" he repeated in surprise. He was the reason why she was being mistreated during her stay here. All he did was give her the respect she deserved, but she still thanked him in such seriousness!"By the way, did you promise my mother anything? What happened to the promise you made to her in the hospital?" Wilson asked abruptly.Clara felt nervous suddenly and clenched her fists. He must have overheard their conversation earlier. How was she going to tell him? That hi
"What do you want me to believe? Did you forget? You told me countless times that you don't love me," Wilson reminded, wanting to push her away. He could not bear to see her wet and begging eyes. It hurt whenever he saw the tears in her eyes. When his hands clutched her shoulders, she lowered her head and kissed his lips.Her kiss was impatient and rough. She seemed desperate to use her kiss to show him all the emotions she could not name. What would it take to convince him that she loved him?What should she do to get him back? She wanted to be with him, grow old together with him. Wilson used to love her deeply, so much he could risk his life and health for her. But it seemed an impossible task to make him believe she loved him back.Clara slowly fluttered her eyes closed, and tears spilled as she devoted herself to the kiss. Wilson stiffened. His heart was pounding, his senses heightening on his lips. Her desperate kiss sent him into a daze, and his hands on her shoulders b
Serenity came to the bookstore, wanting to pick up a few books and some stationery for Yanny. Clara had left for Latveria, leaving the two children in Mrs. Wells' care. As Yanny and Amy's godmother, Serenity naturally wanted to do something more for her godchildren.Serenity became a little worried thinking of Clara's three-month bet with Wilson. She never thought Clara would make such a bet with Wilson.Clara only had three months. It was hard to make Wilson fall in love with Clara again unless she broke the hypnosis. "You should've said a longer time. Maybe a three-year bet would've been better." Serenity had even said that to Clara in their previous video call."Three years is too long. Maybe he'll directly file for divorce. I think three months is about as much as he'll allow," Clara had said at that time."And what if he still insists on a divorce after three months?""Then we'll get a divorce.""But what about you?""I'll raise Yanny and Amy alone. Maybe it's fate. Maybe