Mrs. Wells knew how much pain Clara had suffered. Although Wilson seemed pitiful, her daughter had endured much worse than him!

"Okay, Mom. You should go to bed early," Clara said, ending the conversation.

Clara watched her mom return to the room, and something cramped in her chest, so she crossed her arms against the chest. Finally, she lowered her gaze and let out a sigh.

Ever since coming back, all she could think about was what she had seen in Wilson's office—the scene where Queenie was