Clara looked at the time and waited. She knew Wilson had gotten over her and was cold and unfeeling toward her, but she still had to try. There was nothing else Clara could do. She could only beg for Wilson's help.

Clara waited until the iron gates were finally open. When she saw a black sedan slowly drive out, she hurried over and shouted at Wilson through the backseat window. "Wilson, please listen to me. I know you don't want to see me, but I need your help."

The man in the driver seat inquired, "Mr. Birch, do you want to stop the car?"

"No. Drive to the office," Wilson said coldly, catching a glimpse of Clara's face outside the window.

Clara stood near the car and anxiously banged on the window. Despite that, Wilson quickly withdrew his gaze and looked away. He no longer had any feelings for her and remained indifferent.

Clara watched the car drive away with a blank stare on her face. Bitter disappointment shadowed her eyes as she realized Wilson would not stop for her.

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