Chapter 384: Playing the Victim

Kisses fell like a storm, Clara was still dazed.

Edward Harper's large hand slid under her dress, searching for a soft spot, but stopped at her lower abdomen.

He propped himself up and lifted her nightgown, revealing a jagged scar etched on her smooth skin.

The location made it evident—it was from giving birth. When she delivered her two little ones, she had suffered greatly; Oliver Knox had mentioned it once in the car.

Seeing the scar with his own eyes, his heart ached uncontrollably.

So many important moments, he hadn't been there for her, ultimately missing out on much.

"Clara, does it hurt?"

Clara stared at the ceiling, memories of four years ago surfacing, her tone faint as she said,

"At the time it didn't feel painful. The doctor said my baby's position wasn't right, and I lost a lot of amniotic fluid. At that moment, I just wanted to deliver the two babies quickly, worried they might suffer from oxygen deprivation while still inside."