Inside the massage suite.
Joyce Monroe thought Rose Wentworth must have lost her mind. Joyce had just gotten off the massage table and, without even changing, grabbed her phone to rush out. But Rose grabbed her arm, blocking her way.
"What's the rush, Mrs. Thorne!"
"You're in love with Silas Thorne, aren't you? Then why...?"
"I'd like to know why, too! I've known him since we were children. We were childhood sweethearts! For him, I studied business management, which I hated, just to be closer to him. My family, my looks... How am I any worse than you? Why did it have to be you!"
Rose Wentworth suddenly grew agitated.
"Let go!" Joyce tried to shake her off.
But Rose was clinging to her like a stubborn burr. Joyce couldn't shake her, so she decided to call Silas or her brother. But then, she saw the unread message on her phone's screen.
["Massage is over. Come to room 808. Liam Wentworth has a fever, resting in our room. I'm with Wentworth."]
