Clara had only been in prison for three and a half years. Wilson thought her punishment was far too light! Why did he stop her when she stabbed herself? Why call an ambulance for her?

Wilson wanted to take revenge and make her pay, but in the end, he felt like she had had his revenge on him instead!

Wilson's phone rang abruptly, the ringtone loud and clear in the quiet space.

Wilson looked at his phone. It was Sandra who was calling. He answered the phone, and Sandra's soft voice came through. "Wilson."

"What's the matter?" Wilson answered. There was a hint of exhaustion in his voice.

Sandra recognized the strangeness in his voice. She asked hastily, "What's wrong? You sound tired."

"I'm fine. Just a little busy with something," Wilson said. Yes. Clara's matter was just insignificant to him.

"I-I won't bother you any longer. I just wanted to ask. When are you coming back? If you have to stay in Solaria for a while longer, I'll come and keep you company," Sandra suggested.

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