At that moment, Malisa couldn't bring herself to say another word for a few seconds. She simply looked at Cora, really looked at her. The expression on Cora's face wasn't just one of focus; it was steel. It was the kind of look Melissa had only seen once before, years ago, when Cora was standing in front of a boardroom full of men trying to push her out of her own mother's legacy. That day, Cora didn't raise her voice. She didn't flinch either. And yet, she walked out of that room with the company still in her control.
This was the same face.
Then instead of teasing or pressing, Melissa sighed softly and said with a gentle tone, "Alright, I'll stop here. I can see you're serious, and I respect that." She leaned slightly toward her, her hand brushing against Cora's arm. "But I really want you to think about what I just said—about Robert."
Cora glanced at her briefly, but said nothing.
