“Is that man even any good?”

All of a sudden, Wilson grabbed Clara’s wrist and pinned her against the wall. “Weren’t you the one who kept saying that Yanny was your life and that you didn’t want another child? So why are you willing to bear a second child for another man?”

Clara fought to break free from his grip, but his fingers reminded her of the steel bars in prison. The more she struggled, the more pain she felt.

“Didn’t you threaten to stab yourself in the gut with a broken glass? Tell me, where did that determination go? Why don’t you do that now? Before you go and bear his child?” asked Wilson.

Clara stopped struggling and looked up at the man before her. It didn’t matter how much she used to love him. It turned out that when one’s love ran out, there really wouldn’t be any feelings left.

“If he’s someone I like, what’s the problem with me having a child with him? As for you, Wilson, I swear that I will never have another child with you for the rest of my life,” repli