"So, what you're saying is, in less than half a year, you suddenly realized your true feelings? You claim to have fallen in love with a man you didn't love before? Clara, do you really expect me to believe a lie like that?" he retorted.

"It's not a lie, it's the truth," she hastily defended herself. "Back then, I thought my love for you was too shallow, while you loved me too much. I was afraid that if anything were to happen to me, it would bring you a lot of pain, and that's why I said those things. But now..."

Her voice trailed off, and her gaze shifted to the right side of his rib cage, where his liver resided – the very organ he had selflessly donated to her not once, but twice.

He followed her gaze, and a flicker of realization crossed his face. He asked with a frown, "You know?"

He asked the question out of the blue, but she understood.

"Yes, I know. I know that you donated your liver to me again when I gave birth," she said, her eyes welling up with tears.

He seemed to ha