As the familiar figure came into view, Clara shuddered. Wilson!

Wilson was tall of stature, and although slightly thinner than the last time she had met him in the hospital, he still looked good in a suit. Clara wrinkled her nose with emotion, staring at the cold look on Wilson's face. Her eyes watered.

Clara never realized how much she wanted to see him again. This desire was not because of Summer, but also because of her yearning. She just wanted to see him. She wanted to know about his recovery and how he was doing.

"Wilson..." Clara called out in an inaudible whisper. But even so, it caught his attention.

Wilson was talking to the person walking next to him, but when he heard her, he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to her.

The moment their eyes met, Clara's heart throbbed. Wilson was looking at her with a terrifyingly unfamiliar gaze. It was as if she was just someone he knew and nothing more.

Clara looked into Wilson's eyes and seemed to understand why Frank had said W