Wilson glared at Peter. His fingers that were holding onto Clara's arm suddenly felt really stiff.

At this moment, he felt as if he was an outsider.

He slowly loosened his grip. Clara told Wilson, "I'm going to lock the door and go to the hospital. Do you plan to stay here?"

With a cold face, Wilson stepped outside. Clara locked the door.

Peter supported Clara as they walked away. Staring at their backs, Wilson once again gnashed his teeth in anger.

What's so good about that man? What exact