"That man really is your nemesis. The moment he shows up, you're hurt again!" Mrs. Wells said with hatred. "What's going on here?! Did you really stab yourself, as he said?"

"Yeah," Clara admitted it. "Mom, I stabbed myself."

"But why…"

"He wants me to bear his child." Clara felt bitter. "Isn't it funny? He was the one who did that to me back then. Now he wants to get back at me by asking me to give him a baby."

"Does he still have feelings for you? After all, you two were…"

"Mom!" Clara interrupted her mother's unrealistic thinking. "He only wanted me to have a baby because Sandra can't conceive. He's just using me as a tool. If he had any feelings for me, he wouldn't have put me in prison."

Mrs. Wells looked gloomy. "What a mess. You had to pay for your father's wrongdoing! How could Wilson do that to you?! You've done so much for him…"

"Mom, enough." Clara stopped her mother from continuing. The past had been a nightmare to her—a nightmare she was trying to forget. "You came