Cecilia stirred from her slumber at the faint clinking of dishes in the kitchen, her senses alert to any sign of distress. With a quick check on Nicki, who was still sound asleep, she slipped out of her room and headed towards the source of the noise.

In the kitchen, she found Japheth Ramos, his face contorted in discomfort as he clutched his stomach, a glass of water in hand. Without hesitation, Cecilia rushed to his side.

"Mr. Japheth, are you alright? Is something wrong?" she inquired with concern, her eyes scanning his troubled expression..

"It's nothing, just a little stomach ache," he muttered, sinking onto the nearby sofa.

Cecilia...