Brent and Roman frowned upon stopping in front of a door, it was obviously not a washroom, neither was it where someone could ease themselves.

“What could she be doing here?” Brent didn't have any more time to waste and quickly pushed the door open.

Tiffany, who had her back facing the door, quickly whipped her head backward to see Brent and Roman, confusion etched on their face, as their gaze fell on Brenda, who was on the bed, wrapped inside the quilt.

“What's going on here??” Brent was quick to break the silence.

“Thank goodness you're here.” Tiffany sighed and walked towards the bed, and quickly grabbed the phone...