When she came in carrying the tray, he had already changed his clothes.
Flora Palmer placed the dishes on the coffee table; it was a double breakfast, and she partook in it too. "After breakfast, we're going to meet someone, then we'll return to the Presidential Mansion."
Lewis responded with a nod.
"How did we get back last night?"
"By taxi."
"What about the car we drove over?"
"I already had someone drive it back."
Lewis nodded, "Alright."
They hadn't finished breakfast when there was a commotion and screaming outside.
Flora just thought of getting up to check when a servant burst in, "Miss, something terrible has happened!"
"What happened?!"
"Young Master... Young Master, he..." The servant's face was ashen with fear, trembling and unable to form a complete sentence.
"What's happened to my brother?!"
"The Young Master has been murdered!"
On hearing this news, Flora nearly fainted, her eyes red, collapsing as she screamed, "What did you say?! Say it again!"
