Late at night, the ball was drawing to an end, and the guests gradually departed.
Betty noticed that Clarice's makeup was a bit smudged, and her expression seemed strange.
"Clarice, your eyes look swollen."
Clarice didn't want her to worry and shook her head, saying it was nothing.
Betty still concerned and suggested, "It's so late. Why don't you stay at my place tonight? I can take care of you."
Clarice was hesitating when Mike quietly approached her and said, "Mr. Morris's leg isn't doing well right now. Can you stay and take care of him? The guest room is ready."
"Of course." Clarice nodded, then turned to Betty. "I have something to handle here, so I'll stay overnight. Be careful on your way home."
"Hey, Clarice, aren't you leaving?"
That annoying voice came from behind again.
