"Claire, let's go. It's getting late," Gilbert said as he came in, first greeting Morgan, then turning to Claire with a smile.
"Mr. Watson, I have a few words to say to you. Could you step outside with me for a moment?" Morgan knew they were heading to the civil affairs office to register their marriage today, so he stood up and spoke.
"Oh, of course," Gilbert replied after a brief pause, agreeing with a polite smile.
In the adjacent lounge.
"Mr. Watson, Claire has suffered greatly for you. She was pushed into the sea by Emma and barely survived. That night, she nearly bled to death giving birth to your three children. Later, she raised two of them alone in Nocta, surviving on dishwashing and odd jobs. Such resilience and hardship are beyond what most people could endure. I hope you will cherish her and give her a lifetime of stability and happiness. She truly deserves it," Morgan said earnestly.
A flicker of pain crossed Gilbert's eyes.
