Hannah slept soundly all night. Initially, she anticipated discomfort sleeping on the sofa, but to her surprise, it was far more comfortable than expected. She hadn't awakened once, nor experienced any back pain.

Then, she felt something—a presence—approaching from behind. Someone hugged her. The embrace felt natural, almost…

Hannah awoke instantly. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a bed; the sofa was empty. Oscar!

The realization filled her with anger. She twisted, attempting to break free from his embrace. Her fury was intense. Last night, she and Oscar had shared a bed.

“You better not move,” Oscar said.

Hannah gritted her teeth. “Don’t make me lose control.”

What a cheeky guy! she thought.

“Sleep a little longer; I’m not awake yet,” his murmured voice brushed her ear. A sudden tingle ran through her body. Oscar was adept at flirting; he could quickly identify a woman's sensitive areas. Hannah had been sensitive about her ears since childhood; touching them caused them to redden and itch.

“Oscar! Who asked you to carry me to the bed?” Hannah demanded.

“Who said I carried you?” he countered.

Hannah was speechless, stunned.

“You climbed up here yourself in the middle of the night. I was scared all night, terrified I was going to lose my virginity,” Oscar said.

“I climbed into bed?” She had no memory of it.

“Yeah. You climbed up. You were freezing, so I helped you warm up.”

“Who asked you to warm me up?” Hannah’s fury reignited. She had no idea how he’d warmed her.

“Even if I hadn’t helped, you burrowed into my arms. You even reached inside my clothes. Do you want to see the damage? You ripped them terribly last night…”

“Shut up,” Hannah snapped. Startled, she wasn't sure what to believe. She didn't want to know the details of the previous night.

“I’m getting up, let go of me,” Hannah protested.

“You smell good. I don’t want to let go.”

“Oscar.”

“Just let me hug you for ten more minutes. I’ll let you go after ten minutes.”

“No.”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Oscar!”

“Half an hour.”

“Ten minutes!” Hannah compromised.

“Great,” Oscar said, a triumphant smile in his voice. He tightened his embrace. Hannah's back pressed against his. She was agitated, bewildered by his composure.

“It’s a normal morning reaction, it’ll be fine soon,” he said.

Hannah pretended ignorance, waiting for the ten minutes to pass. Until…

“Karen is having an attack!” The maid’s urgent voice cut through the room’s soundproofing, shattering the early morning quiet.

Oscar released Hannah. She quickly got up and opened the door. The corridor was in commotion. Venus, unsteady on her feet, rushed towards Karen’s room, followed by the others. They found Karen pale, struggling to breathe.

“Did you call the doctor? Did you call a doctor?” Venus cried, terrified.

Robert, usually calm, panicked. “Call an ambulance now!”

David frantically called the hospital’s emergency line. The maid had already contacted Karen’s personal doctor.

Chaos reigned. Venus hugged Karen, fearing for her daughter’s life.

“Why an attack? Didn’t the doctor say she was fine yesterday?” Robert asked.

“Pamela…Pamela is missing,” the maid explained. “Every morning, Karen plays with Pamela. This morning, she wasn’t there. We searched, but…we haven’t found her. Karen’s anxiety triggered the attack…I’m sorry, Mr. Wells. We’re sorry we didn’t find Pamela in time.”

“Pamela wouldn’t wander off. She must be in the villa, or stuck somewhere. Tell all the maids to search! Now!” Robert urged.

The maid hurried off.

“We’ll go too,” David said. “Thomas, Oscar, let’s look for the cat.”

As they left the room, the maid returned, cradling Pamela. But Pamela was dead.

“Erik found her by the pool. He said she…” The maid sobbed.

They were unsure what to do.

“Is she found?” Karen’s voice came from the room.

“No, we’re looking,” David lied, preferring to conceal Pamela’s death from Karen. He planned to have the maid remove the body.

But Karen, supported by Venus, emerged from the room.

“But I can feel Pamela is here…”

Then, she saw Pamela’s lifeless body. Her already pale face drained further, leaving her seeming almost empty. She stared blankly.

“No, no, it’s not true, my Pamela…”