Sitting in an oversized black chair, silent with a blank stare, that's what Nathan was doing right now. The man kept imagining the poisoning his wife had on their wedding night, then remembered the small bottle found in Paulina's sock.
"Why... Why did she have the heart to do all this to me? I've been good to her all this time, making her my reliable secretary like my own friend… But why did she put poison in that drink?" Nathan asked nervously as he saw Clara enter the toom.
."I can't believe what just happened," Clara said seriously approaching Nathan.
