Chapter 93
"Meow…"
The cat meowed at Ophelia, whose focus had now shifted from Oliver to the cat instead.
She narrowed her eyes as she calmly observed the cat, who was waving her tiny paws at her and then at Oliver, as if indicating something.
"…."
Oliver looked at the clan guardian and felt speechless. What was she trying to say?
Ophelia observed the cat. She was naturally aware of her identity.
She glanced back at him, her eyes flickering briefly as if she were contemplating many things.
A look of comprehension spread across her face, as if she had just pieced together a hidden puzzle.
A sinister glint flickered in her eyes, unnoticed by anyone except the clan guardian.
What could Ophelia be plotting now? Her mind raced with possibilities, each more chilling than the last.
The cat knew that gaze. Ophelia was scheming something terrible.
