“Haha, if so, you should join us, Uncle Matthew!” Carl was clever to know what to say at this time.
“Thank you, but I should leave you some space. Clare, go with him and relax a bit. It’s good for your health as well.”
“Alright, Dad.” Clare nodded and then went out with Carl before she got her business settled.
When they arrived at the Trafford Mall, it was already supper time. As expected, the restaurant Carl had mentioned before was on the fourth floor, so they went into a box.
“I don’t even know when it opened.” Clare looked around.
“Of course you don’t know. You’ve been in bed for a month. So, what do you say? Ready for a big meal?” Carl smiled as he got up.
“Wait here, I may have to use the bathroom.”
“Okay.”
After Carl went out, Clare sat in the box alone, drinking the lemona
