Six years ago, she risked her own life in order to save her three children. What about this time? How much would she have to sacrifice for the baby in her womb?

Later that night, Wilson once again visited Clara's ward. He couldn't say why. It felt as if his heart would only calm down when he saw her sleeping face every night. Only after that could he fall asleep.

To his surprise, she was awake tonight, not asleep as usual.

He instinctively turned to leave, but she called out to him.

"Don't go!" Clara exclaimed. If it weren't for her pregnant belly, she would have gotten out of bed to grab him.

Wilson hesitated, and eventually decided to stay.

"Are you here to see me?" Clara asked.

"Does it matter?" he responded, his gaze fixed on her pale complexion. Her condition had worsened over the past few days, and he knew that it was because her liver function was deteriorating.

Her condition was critical, and even if the baby could be safely delivered, her liver wouldn't last much lo