NOT ME
CLARA WAS DESPERATE

France saw the video of Bram's delivery. The middle-aged man could only sigh.

For now, he had not been able to vent his anger as usual. The reason is, his entire face and neck are being bandaged due to the liquid that was doused Diego.

France was lucky to close its eyes first. His eyesight is still fine. He still has trouble speaking.

Laura, who was watching, could only stroke her chest.

“Pa .. want to see when you hate each other?”

France looked at his wife. He knows what that conversation means. His eyes said he would not approve of his wife's wishes.

“This riot of yours will only harm us. Look at our son Pa, he's suffering a lot. Diego was so mean to her!”

France closed her eyes and chose to leave. The presence of his wife just more and more piled up anger in the chest.

In her room, Clara was pondering. Since his return from Diego's house, he has become a shut-in and more at home in the room.

Not only that, from the results of his actions, Clara has lost her best friend. It is believed that he killed Rena before Clara was kidnapped.

There is no more desire to continue living. Clara felt guilty. Because of her actions, Lucia the younger sister had to bear the burden alone.

Clara stared at the flower garden that stretched through the bedroom window, with a blank look.

“Maybe ... better I die!”

Clara turned her eyes to the entire room. His gaze stopped on the scissors located on the dressing table.

The girl gulped then slowly approached the thing. His hands trembled as he grabbed the scissors.

“Ma ... Pa. .. forgive Clara. Because of Clara, you got a lot of trouble,”

Clara cried and brought the scissors closer to her stomach. Not yet happened, the door was broken from the outside until it opened.

Clara's shocked. The scissors in his hand fell off.

“Do you have no manners?” Clara tried to hide the scissors with her feet.

There was no response from En. The man approached and crouched down right in front of Clara.

The girl flinched as En took the scissors.

“Now, your safety is my responsibility!” lifting the scissors and staring at Clara.

“You have no rights to my life!” Clara tried to snatch the scissors but couldn't.

“I'll tell this to Mr and Mrs France.” En smiled cunningly triumphantly.

Clara admitted defeat and sat down in bed. En glanced at his master for a moment and left.

“How can he know?” Clara frowned.

The girl looked at every corner of her room. He believes there are CCTV cameras hidden.

After trying, Clara found nothing.

“Gosh!” Clara widened her eyes and started touching her chest.

“If there is a hidden camera in this room, and I am being watched by this man. Then ...,”

Clara's been remembering her habits lately. After every shower, he would lie naked, just regretting his actions. Or, she often cried in front of the mirror like a g1la person.

The girl could no longer think clearly. His mind began to guess what happened when En saw all of his strange deeds.

“He must be happy. Ah ... I have to how this is?”

Clara left the room. All the servants and bodyguards there were shocked at once delighted.

It's been almost two weeks their princess hasn't come out. Even they were very happy to see Clara walking with vigor.

Some of them whispered to each other and nodded. They misinterpreted Clara's facial expression back then. He walked quickly because he wanted to meet his parents.

“Pa ... Ma!” call him when he stands at the door of France and Laura's room.

“Sorry Non ... Mr and Mrs are in the VIP room,” is obviously a waiter.

Clara sighed. He paid no heed to the waiter and headed straight for the place.

The VIP room in question is on the top floor of the house, the seventh floor. In order to get there quickly, Clara had to use the elevator that was near her parents' room.

Clara herself did not know how to enter that sacred space. Because it requires a special ID and Pin. Only certain people can get in there. Even he is not allowed.

“Where ya?” he muttered as he stood right at the door of the room.

Clara tried to touch a hand-shaped screen that was right near the door.

The girl was shocked when the door opened. “Received?”

It looks like France and Laura are talking to En. Clara's eyes were immediately fixed on the scissors located on the table.

All three eyes were on Clara. The girl was suddenly nervous and tried to smile.

“Clara ...” Laura said as she approached and hugged her daughter.

“Don't do that! Mama could die if something happens to you,”

“Sorry Clara Ma,”

France who could not speak just looked down. He failed as a father. Fortunately, En was always faithful to watch his daughter's every move.

“We should meet with a Psychiatrist,”

“Ah .. I Just need a short break,” protest Clara softly.

Laura shook her head and rubbed her child's shoulder. “En will take you,”

“En?” clara's eyebrows are tied.

“Your personal bodyguard.” Laura smiled and pointed at the man.

Clara gulps. Though the purpose is here to protest about En. But, the man was instead used as his personal bodyguard.

Seeing the condition of her father is critical, Clara chose to resign.

“Good Ma,”

“En ... please take care of him!” Laura smiled knotingly.

Let Clara walk first.