Zaque and Cleora had watched Coco's friends exit the gate, their backs turned from the mother-in-law and son-in-law duo as they walked back to their own humble abode.
When Zaque asked Jacques and her mediators to leave because Coco felt unwell, Cleora took it upon herself to help Zaque guide them out.
Right now, the two of them are standing at the gate, waiting for the three people to leave their sight, but Cleora knew that something was amiss, so she couldn't stop herself from worrying.
"Is my daughter really unwell?" The older woman asked, her gaze glued on the three figures that slowly vanished from her sight.
Zaque forced a smile on his face and turned to Cleora, nodding his head. "She is, mother."
"Then may I see her?" Cleora prodded, returning the seemingly soft smile on the mediator's face. "I'm planning to leave there days from now, so I'm thinking of spending every single second starting from now with her."
