Clara looked at the time and waited. She knew Wilson had gotten over her and was cold and unfeeling toward her, but she still had to try. There was nothing else Clara could do. She could only beg for Wilson's help.

Clara waited until the iron gates were finally open. When she saw a black sedan slowly drive out, she hurried over and shouted at Wilson through the backseat window. "Wilson, please listen to me. I know you don't want to see me, but I need your help."

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