The bus stopped at the terminal at the foot of South Hill.
It was already an hour later when Amelia Clarke arrived at Owen Moreland's villa.
She was having her period today, with a dull ache in her stomach, making her walk a bit slower.
Seeing Amelia's pale face, Dorothy Brown asked with concern, "What's wrong, are you feeling unwell?"
Amelia smiled, "I'm fine, just a bit thirsty. Can I get myself a cup of hot water?"
In someone else's house, she always remained cautious.
"You sit down, I'll pour it for you," Dorothy stopped her, took the guest's glass from the bar, and filled it with water for her.
Amelia took it, expressing her thanks, "Thank you."
The warm water warmed her belly the moment it entered her stomach, bringing a lot of comfort.
Perhaps noticing her discomfort, Dorothy assigned her only light tasks.
Around four in the afternoon, an uninvited guest arrived at the villa.
Dorothy heard the doorbell ring and held her forehead in headache.
