Sandra was glaring at Clara, who was standing beside little Yanny, and a look of burning jealousy flashed in her eyes. She never thought that Clara would manage to give birth to a child even after she was thrown into jail!

Meanwhile, Sandra had become completely infertile, and now, it seemed that she would be forced to take care of Clara's son for the rest of her life!

She said, "It's been a while since we last met, Clara. I heard from Wilson that Yanny is his son. In that case, I will regard him as my own son from now on!"

She then pointed at her driver who was standing behind her, and in the driver's hands were all kinds of toys.

"These are the toys I got for Yanny," Sandra explained. "I have no idea where you live, so I had to come find you here."

As she spoke, her lips bloomed into a warm and friendly smile, yet the smile made Clara tremble in fear. Had she not smiled gently at her like this before in the past before she had then pretended to fall down the stairs? What was she