At that moment upon hearing what Cora just said, Oliver couldn't help but smile softly, that calm kind of smile that seemed to confuse her even more. His eyes carried a quiet confidence, but Cora's face only tightened with worry.
"Why are you smiling?" she snapped, her voice trembling between frustration and fear. "This is something really, really serious, Oliver! And you're just standing there smiling about it?" She took a step closer, her tone rising. "Do you even understand what's happening right now? I wasn't expecting this at all—the way my father reacted, how calm he was, how… happy he seemed."
