Geralt knocked loudly on Clara's room. He didn't even care if his parents could hear him. When Clara opened the door, Geralt immediately went in and closed the door.
"Geralt, what are you doing? Dad is home. You can't do this." Clara was confused. Especially seeing Geralt's angry expression. His eyes were red. His expression was like someone in a daze.
"So you're going to Europe. Are you going as soon as possible?" Geralt demanded Clara to answer
Clara didn't say anything. She had indeed talked about this with Martin secretly. Waiting for the master's degree seemed too long.
"Clara, answer me. Not just silent. Why didn't you say anything to me?"
"Geralt, I haven't officially registered yet. Please. Maybe I'll go next year, not now," Clara answered. "Don't be angry."
"Don't be angry?"
