Pairs of eyes, like searchlights, eagerly surveyed the room, trying to catch any trace.
Yet, all they saw was Vivian standing calmly at the door, composed and neatly dressed.
The room was clean and tidy, with only Rhiannon Campbell sitting on the sofa wrapped in a bathrobe, no male figure in sight, nor any imagined chaotic scenes.
Everyone exchanged glances, and for a moment, no one dared to speak.
Vivian still wore that faint smile on her face, her tone as natural as casual greetings: "Is there something you need? Gathering at the door so late, are you encountering some trouble?"
Wasn't there supposed to be a dramatic scene?
"Miss Campbell... why are you here?"
Someone couldn't help but cautiously ask, the tone carrying a hint of probing surprise.
Vivian stood at the door, her eyebrows and eyes smiling, her demeanor composed, as if the chaos before her didn't deserve even a slight frown.
