Clara was shivering and hectic at the same time. Her whole body froze along with her numb legs. Her throat was dry as if it couldn't be saved anymore.
"Why are you silent, dear Clara?" asked Grand Lady, tilting her head. Her exaggerated sweet smile stretched across her wrinkled lips.
Clara's voice seemed to linger in her throat, could only hold her throat nervously and restlessly.
Grand Lady watched Clara with a focus like the aim of a gun that had the most advanced technology. Not a single move of Clara would go unnoticed by ber at that time.
"Peter, it looks like Clara is thirsty. Ask the maid to make a drink. And…" Grand Lady turned her head to Vivi. "Make one for Vivi too."
Peter nodded and backed away to attend to the orders that she had just given her.
"Why don't you sit down, dear? Is there a monster that forbids you to sit in my house?" asked Grand Lady, raising her voice.
