Ivy sat across from Victor at the dining table, her eyes cast downward, a hint of remorse on her face. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the tension between them.
"Victor, I'm so sorry for what I said yesterday," Ivy began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was completely out of line, talking about Sophia like that. I had no idea... I didn't know what happened."
Victor's gaze remained fixed on his plate, his expression neutral. "You didn't know what happened?" he repeated, his voice low and even.
Ivy shook her head, feeling a pang of regret. "No, I didn't. And I shouldn't have spoken about her like that. I'm so sorry, Victor."
Victor's eyes finally met Ivy's, his gaze piercing. "You really didn't know, did you?" he asked, his tone a little softer.
Ivy shook her head again. "No, I swear. I was just...I don't know, trying to provoke you, I guess. But that's no excuse. I was wrong, and I'm truly sorry."