Alexander grew thoughtful. "Is she getting jealous?" Seeing her smiling eyes, he knew she was teasing. He patiently cut a small, perfectly sized piece of steak and offered it to her lips with his fork. "What kind of person she is has nothing to do with me. What I do know is that if I don't feed you well, you'll be crying about being hungry on our way back!"

"You're complaining I eat a lot, huh?" She threw him a sidelong glance but ate the steak. Juicy and flavorful, it was perfectly cooked.

"No way. I'd rather you eat more," he said, smiling. They shared a sweet, tender moment.

However, Lily's worry resurfaced. "Assuming you're right, and Ms. Riggs truly has dissociative identity disorder, there's bound to be trouble."

"Why is that?"

"If she truly has it, her other selves might not know what she's doing. We'll have no idea which personality will emerge. For example, the one that attacked me was different from the one we just saw. Worse, she has no control over which identity takes over and what it will do."

"Someone who can't control themselves and is unaware of their actions is truly scary," she murmured.

Alexander was quiet for a moment, then calmed. "No matter which personality takes over, and regardless of what happens, I guarantee she won't be able to hurt you again!"

Deeply moved, Lily said, "Don't talk to me like I'm a baby who needs protecting, okay? Don't forget I can fight!" She raised her fist.

"Yes, you don't need protection—I do. That means we must stay in touch at all times, okay?" He said it lightly, but meant the latter part seriously. The concern in his eyes was barely concealed, and Lily knew he wanted to keep her safe. She smiled. "Sure, I promise."

She decided to put Heather out of her mind. If she had dissociative identity disorder, it didn't concern them as long as she didn't hurt them. Besides, they could protect themselves.

At the Riggs' residence, a car slowly entered the grounds. Under the moonlit sky, the building looked ominous, lit only by the dim, yellowish glow from the living area. Hannah got out and followed Chump inside.

The living area was empty except for a maid who had come with them from the island, and Heather. The elder twin sister sat holding an unlit cigarette. She never smoked, but always carried a pack. Sometimes she'd light one and watch it burn to ashes on the floor.

"Heather..." Hannah's lips were dry as she began to speak, but a harsh voice cut her off. "On your knees!"