John Armando
"Dr. Smith? Why are you here? Are you and Clara—" I couldn't finish my question, but turned to Clara, who looked so calm.
Ah... how foolish of me not to notice the similarity in names and faces. I thought Clara and Henry Smith weren't related. There were so many people with the surname Smith, and it wasn't unusual to find that last name everywhere.
But I wasn't wrong in my assumption, was I? Clara was the daughter of a well-known oncologist. How was that possible?
"Are you surprised?" Clara asked with a mocking expression. "Now let me go."
"What are you doing here, John?" Henry asked, leaving me speechless. He must think I was a pervert trying to take advantage of his daughter.
"I-I want to take Clara back to Westmont."
"For what purpose? I thought you were married, so why are you visiting my daughter? And this... what is this?" The man lifted Clara's evening gown, which was somehow still in my hands. "Do you have some strange fetish, John?"
