The corridor felt endless.
Mirae’s footsteps echoed down polished marble, each one pulling her farther from the study, farther from the calm voice that had destroyed everything she thought she knew.
The portraits on the walls seemed to watch her as she passed — generations of Seo heirs in dark suits, gazes cold and fixed.
She didn’t look at them.
She kept her eyes on the far end of the hall, on the faint glow spilling from an open door.
Her mother’s voice came from inside, low and tired.
“...I told you not to bring her here.”
Mirae froze.
Another voice — Rihan’s father. Calm, collected, the tone of someone used to giving orders even in whispers.
“She would have found the truth eventually,” he said. “This way, she sees it from us.”
“This isn’t truth,” her mother said sharply. “Thi
