It's been almost a week for Clara to be monitored by her husband and her father-in-law. Not only that, even her family is now taking part with her.
"Can't you guys just act normal with me like you always do?" softly, Clara suddenly looked at Mr. K, Prof. Hans, and also Mrs. Cleint, who was now in her room.
With slow steps, Mrs. Cleint stepped up and sat on the edge of Clara's bed.
"Do you remember how devastated Grandma was when I found out you were in the hospital a week ago?" asked Mrs. Cleint as she gently stroked Clara's hand.
This time the girl could only be silent. She couldn't say anything to Mrs. Cleint, who was currently near her.
"Sorry," Clara whispered briefly to Mrs. Cleint. Really she never meant to make her family worry about her. It's just that if she saw her current position, then she couldn't dodge anything.
The rice has turned into porridge!
