It hurt… Wilson pressed his hand to his chest, trying to ease the pain in his heart. What was this burning discomfort in his chest?! Wilson could not understand how much he had loved Clara before. So much so that even now, it still hurt.

Clara barely knew how long she had slept, but in her dream, she sensed someone staring at her intently and opened her eyes in the darkness. To her shock, she saw Wilson sitting on the couch, his dark eyes staring straight at her.

Clara slowly sat up and asked, "W-why are you here?" She glanced out the window, realizing that it was still pitch black outside.

Wilson looked at her in silence, his lips pursed tightly.

Clara bit her lip uncomfortably. "Are you worried about the baby? I swear I'll try my best to hold on until the doctor decides that a cesarean section is necessary. I won't let her be born too many months prematurely. The longer she stays in my belly, the higher chance she has of survival."

Clara did not want Wilson to worry, but her wo