Chapter 92

On the other hand, Clara felt regretful. Her heart felt guilty for being part of Franklin's father's murder. All day, the girl tried calling the man, but he never answered.

While sitting alone, pondering as she stared at the phone number, Clara's gaze drifted to the window. She saw heavy rain falling, soaking the plants around the porch. The cold night didn't make her feel the need for a blanket. The hatred she saw in Franklin's eyes made the girl feel quite fired up.

"It's cold out, I made you some warm ginger milk," said a man, interrupting Clara's thoughts. She turned her gaze to see her brother standing behind her, bending down to place two glasses of ginger milk on the table.

"Brother?"

Charles smiled and sat next to Clara, observing her closely. There was hidden sadness in her eyelids. They were puffy and slightly red. Seeing this, he felt worried again.

"You don't have any problems, do you? What happened?" Charles asked, trying to ascertain his sister's condition.

Clara shook h