The atmosphere turned melancholy, heavy with unspoken questions. The heated discussion that once filled the lotus room had long since faded, leaving only the dull click of porcelain and the sound of shallow breathing.
Clyde sat in stillness, head slightly bowed, the air around him turned to a deep somberness with each passing second. His fingers tightened around his teacup, knuckles white, like he was holding on to something, anything, to keep himself steady.
He looked lost.
Lin Heye noticed first, his brows drawing together. With a slight tilt of his head, he glanced sideways at Georgina, nudging her softly, his eyes pleading for help to step in. Do something. Anything to snap Clyde out of this despairing silence.
