Wilson's deep eyes burned into Clara, and a mocking laughter escaped his throat.

Even in her dreams, Clara thought about her unborn baby and her friend Summer. What about him? What was Wilson to her? Did he even have a place in her heart? Perhaps not! If Clara did care about him, she would not have been so cruel toward him. She gave him no chance and grew desperate to separate from him.

Wilson forgot his love for Clara, but the funny thing was his emotions were still greatly affected by her.

"Clara, if only you had some love for me. I would've…" Wilson muttered to himself, turned around, and walked to the exit.

There was no point staying in her ward. Listening to her calling out someone else's name made him realize how much of a failure he had been in the past. But the moment he opened the door, he heard the whispers from her dream again.

"Wilson… Sorry..."

Wilson stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around and looked at the sleeping Clara in bewilderment. What was that? Was s