Clutching the evidence, I prepared to go to the police. But my two childhood friends blocked my way.
"It was just a prank. Do you really have to blow this out of proportion?" Kristoff scolded. "Do you even realize what kind of damage you’ll cause Sandy if you report this?"
I froze in place, stunned by his audacity, before erupting in rage. "And what about me? My grandmother nearly died! Doesn’t she care that she’s destroying me and the entire Nicolas family?"
Kristoff immediately stepped in front of Sandy protectively and shoved me forcefully. "Enough, Amelia! Your grandmother is fine now, isn’t she? Besides, flies don’t land on eggs without cracks. If people are saying these things about you, it’s probably because you did something to deserve it!"
Those words no longer pierced my heart. Numb, I brushed past them.
But Henry grabbed my wrist tightly, his expression cold and unreadable. "Amelia, don’t waste your time. You know how powerful our families are. No lawyer would dare take this case."
When I didn’t respond, his grip tightened.
"And don’t forget—your grandmother is still in the hospital. With one word, I can have her treatment stopped."
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.