Inside Room Seventeen, the atmosphere was oppressive.
As long as Harry Hunter remained silent, no one dared to eat, drink, or make merry. Everyone quietly waited for the girl who could influence his mood to arrive.
The moment Isabella Weaver pushed the door open and entered, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
This girl finally came, and if she hadn't, they might have been crushed under the powerful aura of Harry Hunter.
Harry Hunter sat on the sofa and, upon seeing Isabella Weaver, patted the seat next to him, motioning for her to sit down.
Isabella Weaver felt the atmosphere in the private room was odd today, but she had no time to investigate further. She sat on the sofa, maintaining a slight distance from Harry, and asked softly, "What's going on?"
"Why didn't you tell me you were upset?"
Isabella was taken aback. Had their relationship become so close that she could easily confide in him about her grievances?