Chapter 146

• **Laila’s POV**
• The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension as everyone’s eyes darted between me and the woman standing beside Hamilton. Her resemblance to me was uncanny, but I could see through her frail facade. I clenched my fists, the sharp bite of my nails grounding me in the chaos. This wasn’t just an accusation—it was a calculated attack.
• She smiled smugly, a faint, victorious curve of her lips, as if she had already won. Her posture was meek, her arms clutching Hamilton like a lifeline. But I wasn’t fooled. That woman was no victim; she was a manipulator.