"Thank you for today. Yanny enjoyed it a lot," Clara said. She could tell that her son was in a great mood in Wilson's presence.

"That's what a father should do. You don't have to say thanks. I owe Yanny a lot," Wilson said, hesitating slightly.

After a short pause, he began to speak nervously. "Clara, when you came to my office, what you saw was…"

Clara interrupted Wilson before he could finish speaking. "You don't have to explain!"

"But you're my wife, aren't you?" Wilson stared at her with a burning gaze and a hint of a plea in his eyes.

"I know we're going to be divorced eventually, but at least, for now, you're still my wife. Don't you want to hear my explanation?"

Clara could not refute it because of his words and the look in his eyes.

Wilson spoke slowly. She might not be willing to listen to what he was going to say, but he must explain it to her. He did not want her to get the wrong idea and misunderstand him again!

"Queenie came to tell me about your time in prison