"Miss Edwards."

The familiar voice belonged to Shawn. The fleeting hope she'd felt deflated instantly, replaced by profound disappointment. She replied with a brief nod, not in the mood for conversation.

“If you require anything, just let me know," Shawn remarked, setting a glass of water nearby.

She acknowledged him with a raspy "Thank you," but her thirst was overshadowed by the vividness of her previous vision.

Could it truly have been mere illusion? She questioned her sanity, haunted by the recurrent glimpses of Theodore at the most unexpected moments.

A delicate touch on Ariana's arm drew her attention.

She looked down to find Adele nestled close.

Offering the child a tender smile, Ariana gently stroked her hair.

Shawn, sensing her distress, approached with concern.

“Miss Edwards, are you experiencing any discomfort?"

He took a moment to fill her in.

“We've sorted out the matter. A servant was responsible for locking you in the bathroom. Mr. Fredrick has taken appropriate action, and she's no longer with us. We deeply regret this incident."

Sitting up, Ariana's pallor reflected her troubled state, and she appeared deeply affected by the events.

"You found me in there, didn't you? Thank you," she murmured gratefully.

Shawn promptly corrected her misconception.

“Actually, it wasn't me.

It was Mr. Fredrick who discovered you in the bathroom."

This revelation left Ariana momentarily perplexed. She remembered the illusion she experienced when the bathroom door finally swung open, the familiar voice echoing through the room, and Melon's recurring observation about the striking resemblance between Holden and Theodore.

Gripping the edge of the bed, Ariana tried to process the flood of thoughts, emotions, and potential scenarios racing through her mind.

After some time, she ventured, "Where is Mr. Fredrick now? I should express my gratitude."