“Who's there?” Aaron asked, frowning at the sudden distraction. He wasn't expecting anyone, so who is interrupting his moment?
“It's me, Clara,” the woman across the door responded.
Aaron’s expression darkened at the sound of the woman's name.
What on earth is she doing here? Why is Clara at the door? He wondered.
Aaron grudgingly steered his wheelchair towards the door to have a glimpse of that annoying face that dared to interrupt his moment. He might be nice to her but the moment she disrespected his wife, everything changed. He can never see her the same way again.
Aaron managed to open the door and Clara’s face with heavy makeup appeared. He narrowed a brow at her appearance.
What the hell? What's the occasion? He wondered.
Aaron sat in his wheelchair with a frown on his f
