Two days had passed since Victoria's fever subsided. While she rested during those two days, Ethan and I attempted to gather information about David Thompson, but our search yielded no results. We discovered the projects he was involved in and the establishments he managed in Miami.
I arrived home just after midnight, greeted by the silence within the house. Victoria must have been asleep. My steps led me to her room. Upon entering, I was taken aback by the scene before me. She stood there, wrapped in a short towel, with her legs exposed. The towel barely reached her hips. Startled by my presence, she exclaimed, "Why did you come in without knocking?"
As I approached her, she attempted to ward me off with her hand. "Leave! Get out!"
She began to move backward, but I couldn't simply walk
