Mrs. Bennett hesitated, but in the end insisted, "That's how it is. If you don't believe me, go ask Old Mr. Collins. Clara, this might actually be good for you—don't you like Eugene?"
Clara let out a bitter laugh, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked like she wanted to argue, but in the end just lowered her head and said weakly, "Mom, can I be alone for a bit? You should go home."
"Clara, listen to me—you better not even think of divorce! Not even for a second!"
Soon after Mrs. Bennett stormed off, Frederick showed up.
He had changed into clean clothes, looking fresh as ever. His gentle vibe and bright smile made his already good looks even more attractive.
"You haven't rested at all, have you? Why are you here again?" Clara asked.
"I was worried about you," he said
