Once inside, David searched the apartment, then turned to me, his voice booming. "Where's your mother? Tell her to come out and face me!"
I glared at him, my anger boiling over. "This is my home, not your playground. Get out with Freya right now, or I'd call the cops."
David sneered, "Your mother did something utterly insane. If it weren't for Freya being so kind, she'd be the one getting arrested today."
I shot back, "My mom hasn't done anything wrong. Why should she apologize?"
Freya stepped forward, tears brimming in her eyes. "Ada, I know you're jealous of how David treats me, but you can't just order your mom to sneak in and switch my medication. Don't you realize that kind of thing can kill someone?"
I stared at them, bewildered. "What medication are you talking about? I have no idea what you're accusing my mom of."
David's glare was sharp enough to cut. "You're still trying to play innocent? A couple of days ago, your mother snuck into Freya's room while she was out and swapped her medication for treating her anemia. The security footage caught it all. Last night, Freya collapsed and ended up in the hospital—all thanks to your mom."