Mrs. Yu froze when she heard the soft voice behind her.
"Mother."
She turned around slowly and saw Yu Holea standing by the doorway. The light from the hallway caught her silver hair, giving her an almost ethereal glow. She was calm, composed, but there was something in her eyes—something firm.
"Holea," Mrs. Yu said, forcing a smile. "You're back."
"I heard you were angry," Holea said, stepping into the room, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. "What happened?"
Mrs. Yu gave a small, dismissive wave with her fan. "Nothing, dear. Just… thinking too much. I'm worried about your brother. That's all."
Holea raised an eyebrow. "Worried about him? Why?"
Mrs. Yu sighed deeply.
"You know how much I care about Sicong. He's always been such a good boy. But now—now he's confused. He's… he's walking down the wrong path. And I'm scared it will ruin his future."
Holea folded her arms across her chest. "And what path is that, exactly?"
