At that moment, Oliver shook his head slowly, scoffing under his breath. He stood up from the edge of the desk and began pacing again, his hands in his pockets, his mind spinning with thoughts.
"No," he muttered to himself, his voice low but certain. "There's no way."
He paused by the window, staring outside, the city lights flickering in the distance.
He knew Cora. He knew her too well. If something like this was truly hanging over her head, if she was aware of this danger, there was no way she'd stay quiet about it — not to him.
"Cora would've told me," Oliver said to himself. "She would've called... she would've said something."
It was just not possible. She wasn't the type to keep such a heavy burden to herself, especially when she knew he was always willing to help, no matter the cost, with that thought, Oliver sighed, the weight of his own suspicion slowly lifting from his shoulders. He could feel it deep down, Cora wasn't aware of this yet.
