"What if your hands get irritated? I'm scared, honey."
Claire took a deep breath, "I'm fine. Trust me. Just a stab wound, this doesn't mean anything at all," replied Claire.
"What do you want to do with the flowers, honey? Where are the maids? Why did you do it yourself?" asked Devan again.
"I just wanted to make some flower arrangements to decorate some rooms in the house," replied Claire.
"Why did you do it yourself, honey? You can buy it, or hire someone to do it, you don't have to bother yourself."
"I just want to do it myself, Devan. I also want to do what I want without any help from anyone else," Claire replied.
Devan took a deep breath at the woman's words. "Okay, it's up to you. But be careful, don't let your hands get pricked by thorns again," said Devan.
Claire just nodded at that.
"Where are my son and the others? Haven't they woken up yet?" Asked Devan, the man was driving again.
