Wilson was so protective of Sandra. He was so considerate to her. He even thought about giving her a child. "You say I owe Sandra and you a life, right?" Clara said suddenly.

Wilson stared at Clara. She was so calm that he became a little uneasy for some reason.

Clara rose to her feet. She then walked over to the bar, took out a bottle of wine and an empty glass, and poured herself a drink. He thought she probably needed a drink to increase her courage.

Clara soon poured the sweet and bitter red wine into her mouth. It tasted nice. She wondered why she never thought it tasted this good.

After finishing the drink, Clara slammed the glass against the bar table. The glass shattered in half. Clara then took the broken glass in her hand. It was sharp.

"Clara! What has gotten into you?!" Wilson roared.

Clara did not care about Wilson's anger and simply ignored it. "Hey, Wilson. How should I pay back a life?" She asked with a soft chuckle.

Wilson's uneasiness grew. "What are you going