Chapter 142

Laila’s POV

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension as everyone’s eyes darted between me and the woman standing beside Hamilton. Her resemblance to me was uncanny, but I could see through her frail facade. I clenched my fists, the sharp bite of my nails grounding me in the chaos. This wasn’t just an accusation—it was a calculated attack.

She smiled smugly, a faint, victorious curve of her lips, as if she had already won. Her posture was meek, her arms clutching Hamilton like a lifeline. But I wasn’t fooled. That woman was no victim; she was a manipulator.

Hamilton’s words hung in the air, each one digging into me like a dagger.

“This imposter,” he began again, his voice laced with contempt, “has no proof of her identity. She’s been parading around as Laila, but the real Laila would never behave this way.”

I stepped forward, my legs trembling beneath me, but I refused to let my fear show. “Who are you to decide how I should behave, H