Inside the presidential suite, Florence helped Dahlia onto the bed and took off the younger woman's shoes. She then went to grab a basin of warm water to wipe Dahlia down.

"Mom, I feel horrible. I want some water." Dahlia lay on the bed weakly, feeling parched.

"Water won't work. I'll get you some milk. Wait here." Florence made up an excuse and quickly left the room, bumping into Luis straight away.

"How's Dahlia doing, Mrs. Nicholson?"

"She's fine. Nothing a night's sleep won't fix." Florence smiled.

"Where are you heading, Mrs. Nicholson?" Luis asked again.

"To get Dahlia some milk to ease her stomach ache."

"I see …" Luis smiled knowingly. "No one sells milk nearby, so I'm afraid you'll have to search further. You might have to come back later too."

"Are you sure? I'm pretty sure I saw a grocery store downstairs." Florence smiled awkwardly.

"Are you questioning me?" Luis' smile slowly disappeared, an animalistic, cruel expression taking over.

"O-of course not. G