"Wilson." Clara glanced up at Wilson, her gaze intent. "Must you take Yanny from me?"

Clara's gaze caught Wilson, somehow putting him in distress! But why would he feel distressed?! It was only right for him to take back the custody of his son!

"Yes, Clara. I won't let you have Yanny. He'll have a hard life with you. What can you give him? Do you think your small business would work? Are you going to raise him with only the bare necessities?" Wilson said ruthlessly.

Clara nodded, her reaction unusually strange and calm. "Okay. I understand." She retreated a step back after saying that, glancing down at her hands, which were still in his grip.

"Mr. Birch, will you let go? I'm not going to jab my eyes again. After all, making myself blind won't be of any use, won't it?"

Wilson grimaced and finally let go of Clara's hand. Only then did he realize that his palms were covered in cold sweat.

This woman was driving him crazy. He was breaking out in cold sweat again, just like the time