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Without waiting for Laurel’s response, Audrey immediately played another surveillance video.

“This footage is from a camera outside the repair shop,” she explained, her cold voice cutting through the silence.

The new angle showed the exterior of the shop, focusing on a corner where Jennifer stood alone, phone pressed against her ear. The timestamp matched the previous footage.

Jennifer’s voice came through clearly, panic evident in her tone.

“Laurel, something terrible happened!“\

She glanced around nervously before continuing. “Guess who I just ran into while getting your phone fixed?”

“Audrey Sinclair!” Jennifer’s voice rose. “She’s not dead at all – she’s at the repair shop right now!*

I felt Laurel tense against me.

“She tried to grab that phone, but I wouldn’t let her,” Jennifer continued. “I’ve got men handling her right now… they’re teaching her a lesson as we speak.”

A pause, then Jennifer’s voice brightened. “Good, good! With your approval, I feel much better about this!”

Jennifer lowered her voice, but the microphone still caught her words. “These guys are all ex–military. They know exactly

what they’re doing.”

“Trust me, they’ll beat her half to death today!”

Audrey paused the video and turned to Laurel with cold eyes.

“Still want to claim the ‘Laurel‘ Jennifer was talking to is someone else? Some random woman who happens to know me?”

The room fell silent. Laurel’s face had turned whiter than my dress shirt. Her tears still clung to her lashes, but she couldn’t speak. She bit her lip hard, saying nothing in her defense.

How could she possibly explain this away?

Jennifer sat with her head bowed, not daring to look at anyone.

Grandfather broke the silence. “This is the woman you’ve been defending?” he asked me, voice heavy with scorn. “The one you said Audrey should apologize to?”

He laughed harshly. “Audrey only slapped her twice – that’s merciful! If it were me, I would’ve hit her until she couldn’t spout more lies!”

I stared at Laurel, disappointment flooding through me.

Where was the gentle woman who rescued me five years ago? The one who cared for me when I was blind?

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Laurel I knew would

from her shoulders. The physical distance between us seemed to symbolize something

panicked immediately,

darling…” her voice shook. “Let

by opening another video

we’re at it, let’s discuss what happened

hallway. The same men in

doors and questioning

from the university’s security system,” Audrey explained. “It shows what happened while students were

men grew increasingly aggressive, forcing their way into rooms

the screen, their faces draining of color. Jennifer collapsed onto

standing,

to Audrey. “Where did you get

connections to the university president, but I worked in campus security during college. The guards there

see,” I said, eyes

She even won over my grandfather – the most difficult man I know. Making friends with a few security guards would be

sat back. “Who is this Ethan Davies they

for me online yesterday. He found evidence that

on Grandfather’s face. “So that’s who he

“Good–hearted young man! Defending someone he barely knows

for that boy, you might never have known about the online attacks against Audrey. Some

said nothing, which only

young man,” Grandfather continued, “they didn’t

curved

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Laurel’s POV

timestamp read 10:47 PM, and there, clear

with her last

nearly cleven?

toward

out shrill. “Why were

around this time, I had texted Blake repeatedly. He never responded, and I thought he’d gone to bed

withering look. “What’s all

doesn’t need your

him!”

to