Vince didn’t even walk her past the foyer. He stood near a statue and signaled a woman in a grey uniform.
"This is Mrs. Higgins," Vince said, his voice echoing in the vast space. "She will show you to the east wing. You’ll find everything you need there."
Kiara gripped the strap of her bag. "The east wing. Sounds like I’m being sent to a deserted part of your house."
"It’s private. Which is what you requested," Vince reminded her, his eyes already drifting to his phone. "Mrs. Higgins will manage your dietary requirements. The doctor sent over a list of 'optimal' nutrients. You will follow it to the letter."
"I know how to eat, Vince."
"It’s Mr. Cooper. And clearly, you don't, or you wouldn't have been living on instant noodles and spite." He looked at Mrs. Higgins. "Take her up. I hav
