Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
The sound of knocking on the door repeatedly sounded in Clara's ear very loudly.
Clara tried many times to ignore it. Even now, she pulled the blanket over her entire body.
"Ughh ... it's all because of Grandma, how about this, what should I do?" Clara thought.
Mr. K, who realized that Clara didn't want to talk about what Mrs. Cleint was talking about, finally chose to raise his voice and told Clara that he promised not to speak further on what Mrs. Cleint had said to him before.
Before long, the key turned, and the doorknob seemed to move.
Mr. K sighed softly.
Really for Mr. K, the most important thing was that he could see Clara's happy face was enough.
Clara poked her head at the door of her room at Mr. K without opening the door wide.