Wilson turned to his son and said, "I'll take your mom home. I'm not going to hurt her. Even if I want to do anything, it won't matter if you're here. Who do you think saved you today? If I had gotten in there a little later, your injuries could've been worse.."

Yannick clenched his hands into fists and pressed them against his sides to hide the embarrassment crossing his face, but in the end, he gave up and left with Mrs. Wells.

After Yannick and Mrs. Wells left, Clara spoke up and looked straight into Wilson's eyes. "Why did you grab my arms? What do you want to talk about?" she said, pulling her arm out of Wilson's grasp.

Wilson felt desperately empty with her arm gone from his grasp. Clara would resist whenever he came closer or touched her. It was always like this.

But a long time ago, Clara was the first who took his hands and said, "Wilson, I want to hold hands with you like this forever."

Clara wanted to be with Wilson for the rest of her life once upon a time, but by t