Dahlia's POV
The sharp crack of Flora's palm meeting Ivana's cheek echoed through the corridor. Flora's eyes blazed with cold fury as she delivered the second slap with calculated precision.
"I'll inform Cobb that you're feeling ill and decided to leave early." Flora's voice dripped with contempt as she smoothed her designer dress. "Don't contact me again unless I say otherwise."
Ivana's fingers trembled as they reached for Flora's sleeve. Her voice cracked with desperation. "Please, I can't go abroad. I'll do anything you ask, just don't send me away."
Flora recoiled from her touch like she'd been burned. "What you want doesn't matter anymore. You've already caused enough damage to my son's reputation. I won't stand by and watch you destroy his future."
"Please listen to me," Ivana whispered, her voice breaking.
