Cathy’s POV
The moment Ophelia walked out of Do Hwan’s office, I knew something was wrong. Her face was pale, her jaw clenched tightly as she strode past me without a word. Her usual composure was gone, replaced by a storm of emotions she couldn’t quite hide. I had seen her angry before, but this was different. This was raw, unfiltered, and it sent a chill down my spine.
I stood there in the lounge, my fingers nervously tracing the edge of the couch as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Ophelia had always been cold toward me, her disdain thinly veiled behind polite smiles and curt nods. But this? This was something else entirely. She had looked at me as if I were the enemy, as if I had personally wronged her in some irreparable way. And now, as she disappeared down the hall
