Vivian Sinclair also stood up.
She got up, walked slowly to the door, and looked closely at the lock beside the mirror.
"Is the lock broken? I clearly remember locking it earlier, but now it looks like someone tampered with it."
"Should we call the front desk to ask?"
As she spoke, she instinctively reached for her phone on the coffee table.
The moment her fingertips touched the cold phone, her head suddenly felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, making her dizzy.
The world in front of her seemed to sway, the lights becoming blurry and glaring.
Her limbs began to weaken, as if all strength had been drained, making it difficult even to stand.
A wave of indescribable heat surged from deep within her body.
She staggered, her feet slipping slightly, her body uncontrollably tilting to the side.
Wyatt Morgan clearly noticed something wrong with his body, beads of sweat already appearing on his forehead.
