"Layla, don't be willful."
Liam's voice cut through the room, sharp as a blade against glass.
"You still haven't explained the video from earlier. Who did you think you were humiliating—Lara? Amelia?" His jaw tightened. "It was Dad. It was all of us."
The air went heavy.
Liam already knew the truth. He'd checked. Traced it.
Layla was the one who uploaded it.
"It was really a mistake," Layla said quickly, lashes fluttering as she put on that wide-eyed innocence she wore like designer perfume.
Too sweet. Too practiced.
Logan folded his arms, watching her like a cop studying a suspect.
"Then why did you even have the video in the first place?"
She recoiled like he'd slapped her. "Brother, why are you interrogating me?"
"I'm asking," Logan said evenly. "So why are you getting defensive?"
The silence stretched.
"Were you planning something?" he added.
