Arthur returned to his residence, shouting Clara's name. He roughly removed the tie around his neck and threw it aside. Arthur quickened his pace to the second floor, searching for his wife.
"Clara! Clara! Clara Delevon!" he shouted as he opened the door to his wife's room.
Arthur threw open Clara's door, startling her! Luckily, the towel covering her beautiful body did not fall off when Reinhard Garcia's grandson broke down her door.
"Are you crazy, huh!? Why did you barge in! Can't you see I'm taking a shower?" Clara's voice was just as shrill.
"Screw the shower! Give me an explanation!" Arthur snapped, his dark pupils sharpening.
"An explanation? What do you mean?"
'Don't tell me he already knows!' Clara thought to herself.
"Why did you go to the Ficanto Hotel without telling me? What are you really planning, Clara Delevon?!" Arthur's pupils didn't blink as he stared at his wife.
"How did you find out?" Clara asked suspiciously, staring at her husband.
