Olivia's gaze pierces through you, her eyes searching for any sign of deception. "No, she didn't tell me anything," she says, her voice laced with a hint of anger. "But I have a feeling you know more than you're letting on. I've seen the way you look at her, Mikel. You've always been a bit too protective of her, almost obsessive." She leans back slightly, her eyes never leaving yours, her fingers now tracing the pattern of a scar on your hand.