Now only a husband and wife were left in the room. Harry carried out his duties as a husband, taking a glass filled with water for his wife. His eyebrows had lowered since he first saw his wife's unstable mental condition before his eyes.
He took a spoonful of porridge and then blew it slowly. "You have to eat."
Claudia nodded as she chewed the porridge gently.
"You're still afraid of seeing me kill people with a gun?"
Claudia shook her head. "Actually, I also support you killing those people who almost abused me. But, I've always been very afraid of hearing guns."
"It must be because of the hostage incident that you're so sick of hearing about guns. The sound of gunfire repeatedly blared in your ears, making you nauseous all the time. Moreover, all your friends and your music teacher died in front of you."