Clark is now on his way home.
The thought of what had just happened at Mrs. Cleint's house now became an unresolved thought in his head.
Every now and then, he would sigh softly, imagining bad things about him not being the best father to his daughter, who was none other than Clara.
As the thoughts continued to spin and made him even more agitated, and feelings of guilt loomed over, Clark finally decided to contact his son-in-law to ask more about what he had just heard.
Clark used his handsfree first and made a call to Mr.K.
It took Clark several times trying to contact Mr. K. Up to the third call, Mr. K picked up the phone.
"What's up, dad?" asked Mr. K to Clark.
"Can you meet dad?" asked Clark to the point.
For a moment, Mr. K was silent, didn't answer Clark right away.
"Where, dad?"
"At home, but you don't have to take my daughter. I have something I want to ask you," Clark said in a low voice.
