He reached home late. Definitely he was driving very slowly. He was caution. Yes, Evan wanted him to be reckless and party hard. But why party? What to celebrate? Celebrate the frailty of his wife? Who were those BBC? How could they even imagine that if they told anything against his wife, how would he believe? Not without having a look at the evidences? He went to his house. Clara had slipped a letter under the entrance door which read:
Dear Husband Mine, my apologies. I was to blame for today's misbehaviour. I love you and I only love you. Vincent Sir had called me and asked me to navigate him to the school for he had moved to our street and he did not know the route. I was in a hurry. He called me early and asked for help fearing if he would be late to school. You know him how punctual he is. I should have woken you up and prepared for the school like everyday. I am sorry. A millionth time sorry. Forgive me. Papa is coming the day after tomorrow. Let's not show the uglied face of our beautiful marriage to him, should we? I am at the Great Bermuda Restaurant just before the Hello Bar And Restaurant. Please pick me up. Accept my call at least.
He checked his silent phone. She had called over ninety four times. He would have called her back, but reading the words Hello Restaurant And Bar angered him. He told himself: Let her stay away from me, so that she will understand my value. He did not go to WhatsApp nor saw her sms. It was already eleven o'clock in the night. When he was going to sleep an sms came: Dear Husband, please pick me. I am very angry upon you. Otherwise I will have to inform everything to Papa.
He ignored the message and slept.