"We need to confess, Andreas. The seer said we have a few days to live," Clara dragged her husband's shirt as he got ready to leave for work.
Even after leaving the penthouse, the woman was yet to recover from the seer's message. According to the shaman, the eyes were no longer pleased with her ways because it didn't accept money to cleanse her.
"Clara, you need to get yourself together. I don't really understand what the problem is." Andreas stood there with his hand on his waist, worriedly staring at his wife. In their entire years of marriage, Clara had never acted like this before. She had always been the one keeping things under control in the house, and seeing her act jumbled was burdensome.
"Andreas...let's leave. Let's take the money we can and leave. Maybe if we abandon the company and run, the eyes will forgive us and spare us." Clara rubbed her fingers on her lips and thought deeply with a hum. When she turned to look at Andreas, she grabbed him again.
