"Are you out of your mind? How can you let Iris decide something like this?"
Portia quickly backed him up, her tone sharp.
"Exactly! Iris is still a child—what could she possibly know? What kind of mother would put this on her?"
Just as Velvet was about to jump in and add more, her phone buzzed with a new message. She glanced at it and her expression instantly darkened. Turning toward me with clear frustration, she said,
"So it was all your doing, wasn't it, sister-in-law?"
At those words, Portia and Dorian's faces went pale.
They both exclaimed in unison, "What’s going on?"
Velvet, brimming with anger, declared,
"My contacts found evidence of sister-in-law checking into a hotel with Iris!"
With that, she held up her phone for everyone to see.
On the screen, there were records of my hotel check-in under my real name, along with surveillance footage showing me entering and leaving the hotel with my daughter.
After reading the messages, Portia shot me an incredulous look and yelled.