Clara rushed to look for the medicine box while Wilson's hand was still bleeding, but when she came back with the first aid kit, she saw Wilson picking up the broken glass on the floor.

"Why are you picking that up?! Stop it!" Clara quickly stopped him.

"Sorry. I made a mess… Let me clean it up," Wilson said.

"Stop whatever you're doing! I'll do it later!" Clara hissed, taking the broken glass away from him. She grabbed his hand and checked the wound. Fortunately, no glass shards had gotten stuck in his skin, so it was relatively easy to treat.

Clara hurriedly grabbed the first aid kit and began treating his wound with cotton and gauze. "If it hurts, just say so," she said.

While Clara was treating the wound, Wilson stayed silent the whole time as if he felt no pain. When she was done treating the wound, she looked up only to meet his eyes.

Clara reflexively tried to look away, but Wilson spoke first. "What if I hadn't tried to force you to abort the baby? Would things have been