Chapter 150

Laila’s POV

As Mr. Leonard made his declaration, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the room pressing down on me. His words echoed in my mind like a relentless drumbeat. He had one critical way to prove to them that I was not the real Miss Laila. I could feel my heart lurch, my breath caught in my throat. What was this “critical” way he was talking about? My mind raced, every possible scenario playing out in rapid succession. I had no idea what he meant, and the uncertainty clawed at me.

But then, a part of me understood why he chose to use the word “critical.” It wasn’t just important—it was definitive, a way to cut through all the doubts and questions. My stomach churned with anxiety as I thought about it. What if it was something I didn’t know about? What if there was a way he could prove that I wasn’t Laila and I couldn’t defend myself against it?

I bit my lip, trying to steady myself. I didn’t want to mess this up. Not for me, not for Lila’s family.