Ophelia, her mind now buzzing with questions and newfound determination, remained in the forbidden room, continuing her ethereal conversation with Viserra.
The enigmatic figure in the mirror seemed to await her next inquiry, their presence exuding a sense of ancient wisdom.
"Viserra," Ophelia began, her voice a careful blend of curiosity and trepidation, "there's another matter that weighs heavily on my heart. I need your guidance."
The figure in the mirror inclined their heads slightly, a silent encouragement for her to proceed.
"Viserra, there's something else that's been weighing on my mind," Ophelia began, her voice tinged with a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I went to Archer Manor with the intention of finalizing our divorce, but everything went awry. Samuel and I had a heated argument, and I left without achieving what I came for."
