Chapter 149

Laila’s POV

The moment I walked into the room, I felt all eyes on me. The expressions on their faces spoke volumes—shock, disbelief, disdain—but what struck me most was the sudden change in the atmosphere. Hamilton’s face twisted into a look of annoyance, while Mr. Williams sat there, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. But then, there was Nolan. His eyes, deep and intense, locked with mine, and I felt a strange surge of confidence. There was something about him, something comforting, as if he believed in me when no one else did.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward, determined. I had to do this—not just for me, but for my father’s legacy, for everything he had worked for, and for the justice that was so desperately needed. The room was tense, thick with the weight of unspoken words. Just as I gathered the courage to speak, a sharp voice cut through the silence.

“Why are you here?” It was Hamilton, her tone condescending, eyes narrowed in disdain. “You’re no