"Mrs. Cleint?"
Feeling called, Mrs. Cleint looked closely at the middle-aged man.
"Oh .. Mr. Hans !!" shrieked Mrs. Cleint.
Prof. Hans, who received a reply from Mrs. Cleint, immediately approached Mrs. Cleint and shook hands with Mrs. Cleint.
"So ... how did you get here, Mrs. Cleint?" asked Prof. Hans stared confusedly at Mrs. Cleint's face.
Mrs. Cleint didn't answer right away but glanced at Clara and Mr. K alternately.
"If you ask why I'm standing here in this room ... of course because my granddaughter is here who is looking after her lover, however ..." said Mrs. Cleint hanging with a thin smile looking softly at the prof. Hans.
Unwittingly reflex, Mr. K gulped his saliva and sharpened his ears, waiting for the next sentence that was to be said by Mrs. Cleint.
"If you ask me the original purpose of coming here ... of course, I'm looking for you, Mr. Hans," said Mrs. Cleint.
