Her words had put a light in his eyes. "So, you want me to live, do you?"Wilson said, eyes sparkling.

Clara almost choked at the light in his eyes. She could not stare directly at his eyes and ultimately looked away. "Whatever you think," she said vaguely.

"If you want me to live, I'll live, no matter how hard it is!" Wilson answered. He thought she no longer cared about his life, and he even thought she would rather have him gone from the world.

Knowing that she wanted him alive because she wanted her children's father alive gave him the motivation to live.

"Call your driver. Ask him to pick up you," Clara told him.

"Oh, okay," he responded and pulled out his phone to call the driver. After the call disconnected, he heard her voice calling out to him again.

"I heard from the neighbors. Have you been around the neighborhood lately? You stayed in the car and kept watching the store?"

"I-I was just…" Panic flashed across his face, and he looked like a kid who had gotten caught by