To the Headmaster, the scene through the doorway was more than a mere visual; it was a sacrilege.
In his eyes, his beloved granddaughter—the jewel of his lineage and the person he cherished above all others—was standing in a compromising proximity to William.
To any outside observer, or at least to the overprotective eyes of a grandfather, the two appeared to be locked in an intimate embrace, perhaps even flirting in the quiet shadows of the room.
The reality was far more clinical. William had merely asked Sara to lean in and inspect the mysterious black dots, a discovery of grave importance.
However, in their shared focus and the intensity of the moment, neither had realised how dangerously close they had drifted.
Their shoulders nearly touched, and their breath mingled in the narrow space between them—a proximity that was enough to fool the eyes of even the most discerning master.
