Adrian first handed her a glass of water and waited, giving her a few moments to catch her breath.
"Feeling better now?" he asked, taking the empty glass from her and settling into the chair across from her.
Sylvie nodded faintly. "Thank you, Professor."
Adrian drew in a slow breath. "Alright. Let's take this step by step. What's going on?"
She hesitated, fingers curling in her lap. But whatever this was, it was too heavy to hold back.
"Professor… I need to confess something."
Adrian simply nodded, letting her speak.
"I… have a very rare ability. I can hear people's inner thoughts—not everyone's, but only those who are thinking about people I care about. For example, if someone near me is thinking about my parents… I can hear it."
Her gaze dropped to the floor. "When I accused you back then, I heard how much you hated Allen. In a fit of anger, I lashed out and blamed you… even though your hatred was justified—"
