The two men locked eyes, their intense gazes colliding in the air, covering the whole room in an oppressive atmosphere. Neither flinched nor looked away, stumbling into a cold stalemate. Yet, it was this very collision that accurately expressed all they needed to say.
Oliver's glare was filled with accusation, while James leveled his with inexplicable contempt, as if to say, At least I was there when Kyra fell while you were nowhere in sight.
Finally, James broke eye contact, letting out a sneer before turning away. But Oliver was already seething and didn't wish to let go so easily.
"What a wonderful girlfriend you have," Oliver scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. The biting remark cut through the air, instantly drawing everyone's attention. It was hard to miss the underlying meaning.
Jane's frown deepened as she turned to Oliver. "What do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.