The two snuggled together, oblivious to everyone else, picked up the rings from the floor, and then went back into the restaurant.
Clara was the only one left in the living room.
She sat on the sofa until the sky outside the window was completely dark, until the lights in the dining room were turned off, until the whole house fell into dead silence.
Clara slowly got up, groped her way back to the second bedroom, and locked the door.
She pulled her phone from under her pillow, the screen's light reflecting the coldness in her eyes.
She opened the encrypted chat window; the contact's name was "Team K".
Fingers flew across the screen: [Immediately begin collecting Liam Company's financial statements for the past seven years, focusing on patent transfer documents, especially those related to my designs, to see if they have engaged in any illegal activities.]
After sending the message, she opened the appointment booking app, found the most authoritative ophthalmology hospital, and booked the earliest possible surgery time. In the remarks column, there were only four words: "The sooner the better."