At that moment, upon hearing what Oliver just said, Cora's face twisted in disbelief. Her eyes blinked rapidly as though trying to clear some invisible fog clouding her thoughts. Her lips parted, but for a few seconds, no words came out—just silent confusion dancing in her expression.
She slowly shook her head, taking a step back like the truth she had just heard was too heavy for her body to carry. Her voice finally came out, soft but trembling. "You're... Mr. B?"
Her chest rose and fell quickly. She tried to piece everything together every late-night phone call, every strange move that seemed to come out of nowhere, every unexplained action that led to her being protected in ways she couldn't understand. She was running around like a lost child, digging, asking, investigating… and yet the answer was standing beside her all along.
