Seeing herself like this, Clara was once very desperate, lying in bed not eating or drinking, not speaking to anyone.
Oliver Turner was really worried when he saw Clara like that.
Every day, he sat by Clara's bedside, chatting with her, tirelessly speaking from his heart, even if he couldn't get a response, he persisted in showing his sincerity.
"That day, the day you had the car accident, it was my fault.
Clara, although I know that once some words are spoken, they can't be taken back, I want to give it a try.
That day... when I told you to stay away from me, not to meddle in my affairs, it wasn't sincere at all.
I said those things in a fit of anger; can you forgive me?"
Clara remained silent, and Oliver felt really pained seeing her ignore him.
He tightly held her paralyzed hand: "I raised you, cherished you like a treasure, just to make you happy.
You know, those days, I was truly troubled, otherwise I wouldn't have treated you like that.
