The silence in the foyer felt like a physical weight pressing down on me. Mr. Beaumont's words hung in the air, each one like a puzzle piece I couldn't quite fit into place.
"Who I really am?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Uncle Alistair slammed his fist against the wall. "Enough! I want all of you out of my house. Now!"
"Father," Dominic stepped forward, his expression hardened. "We didn't come here to discuss family secrets. We came because your daughter Fiona deliberately slandered an innocent girl and claimed Dr. Wilson's achievements as her own."
The front door opened again, and Fiona stumbled in. Her eyes were red and puffy, mascara streaking down her cheeks. When she saw us all gathered in the foyer, she froze.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice hoarse.
Dominic turned to her, his gaze ice-cold. "I was just explaining to your father how you pretended my sister had an affair with me to discredit her research. How you stole Elara's identity as Dr. Wilson."
