Soon, Hilda arrived at the hotel. Kian, the hotel director, has been waiting to usher Hailee's mom-in-law toward the presidential suite.
Vincent wondered what was with the shopping bags a few bodyguards carried following his mom entering the hotel room.
"What with this many plants, mom?"
"They're herbs!" Hilda snapped, glaring at her son. "I'm making Hailey some tonic."
"Oh, okay." Vincent knew his mom would make Hailee a tonic, but he didn't expect that it would need an entire market to make a glass of it.
Hilda ignored her son and traveled her eyes to the entire suite. When she spotted the kitchen area, she walked toward the inclusion room and ordered the bodyguards to place the shopping bags on the counter.
"Madam Shen, what can we do to help you?" asked Hailee's personal maids.
"Alright. I need to wash them thoroughly. Then I will teach you what sizes you must slice these herbs," she said.
