One week later. Early afternoon.
Caroline arrived in Allison's mansion. She was immediately brought to Allison's minibar room by one of the housekeepers.
Allison was grinning, looking at her protege from head to toe. "You look normal after killing a person. You look much better compared to me after I killed my adoptive father. Should I ask you, what is your secret, dear? Can you share to me your effective way how to become a normal person after killing someone?" she asked and smiled humorously.
Caroline sighed and sat on the sofa facing the older woman. "Honestly, I'm not feeling well at all. I'm dying inside. I've been eaten by my guilt and conscience every fucking day!" she grumbled.
"Oh? You are very good at pretending because you look okay to me. You didn't lose your appetite? Can you still sleep well during the night? Are you feeling nervous all the time?" asked Allison.
