"Lisa, I'm sorry... I don't want to make you more tortured here, you better go home and pack your things... I hope your life will be better and happier in the future than mine," Oscar said in a stammer voice.
"I don't need your prayers Oscar," Lisa replied curtly and sharply. She rose from where she fell, straightened her white dress which was wrinkled and stained with dust and turned around.
When Lisa pulled the doorknob, Andien was in front of the president's room door with an angry and fiery expression. It looked like her best friend was going to unleash her anger in the room.
"What are you doing here?" Lisa asked in surprise.
From a distance, Andien found an unpleasant sight ahead of her; Clara was gripping Oscar's arm and clinging next to the blonde man shamelessly.