9
Most of the reporters there were women, and once I dropped the bombshell about Silas‘ affair, they were leaning in my direction.
“This isn’t just helping a friend. This is straight–up cheating!”
“Seriously, twisting the truth like that? How does a jerk like him even qualify as a researcher?!”
Silas‘ face turned bright red with shame, but he still clenched his fists, trying to hold his ground. Desperate to turn the tables, he gritted his teeth and threw out his last card.
“Don’t let her fool you! The lab fire was totally her doing! She just wanted to play the hero!”
The cause of that fire was still a hot topic, and everyone was buzzing about it.
Seeing Silas digging his own grave, I knew it was time to step it up.
I slowly rose from my wheelchair, and under all those cameras, I took off my mask with a sorrowful look. The scar slicing across my right cheek made everyone gasp in shock.
Tears welled in my eyes as I pointed at my face. “You think I’d go to such lengths just to look like this?”
It was the first time Silas had seen me like this. He stood frozen for a moment, completely speechless.
Everett, who had been silent until now, couldn’t hold back any longer. He slammed his hand on the table, glaring at Silas.
