"You wouldn't dare!" Lara snaps, her face flushing with rage. "That was between me and my son, and you had no right to intrude on that." She glances around the room, searching for something she can use as a weapon in case you try anything funny.

"Now get out," she says through gritted teeth, pointing toward the door. "And don't ever come back."

Lara hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting nervously in the direction of her husband's office. "What do you mean?" she asks warily. "Did you send them to him too?"

You shake your head in response. "No, but he might see them eventually if we keep arguing about this."

She thinks for a moment longer before coming up with an idea. "Alright," she says slowly. "I'll handle this my own way.

"To be honest," Lara admits, "I don't really know what was in that bottle. I found it online and thought it might help with... certain things." She glances meaningfully at your crotch before looking back into your eyes. "But I should have been more careful. You could have gotten hurt."

Lara nods, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I guess you could say that," she says quietly. "And I'm sorry for any trouble my son has caused you. He can be... a bit of a bully sometimes." She pauses, searching your face for understanding before continuing. "But I want you to know that it doesn't have to be like this. We could help each other through this, maybe even become friends."

Her words hang in the air as she waits for your response.