Alexander's brow creased in frustration. Before he could speak, Nathan exploded, "We can't let this killer walk free! Victoria, you're too kind—that's why people think they can take advantage of you!"

Amy couldn't help but laugh at his outburst.

Nathan shot her a glare. "What's so funny, Amy?"

Amy smirked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, the purity of an untouchable saint..."

She didn’t get to finish before Nathan cut in. "Who exactly are you referring to?"

This time, Amy didn’t bother with subtlety. "Victoria Langley, of course."

Nathan's face flushed with anger, but he knew better than to lose his temper in front of Alexander and Liam. Instead, he resorted to tattling.

"Alex, Amy pushed Victoria down the stairs! She had to have surgery! You can’t just let this go like before!"

Amy chuckled darkly. "Mr. Prescott, first your brain fails you, now your ears? When did Ms. Langley say I pushed her?"

Nathan opened his mouth, then snapped it shut. "Even if Victoria won’t say it, I know it was you."

Amy arched a brow. "Really? Did you develop psychic powers overnight?"

"Amy, you—"

"Enough." Alexander’s voice cut through the tension like ice. "Amy, did you push Victoria?"

"Why don’t you ask her yourself?" Amy replied coolly.

Alexander’s gaze shifted to Victoria. "Victoria, did Amy push you?"

Victoria’s eyes welled with tears, her lips trembling as she forced a fragile smile. "It wasn’t Ms. Sinclair... I just slipped..." But the hesitation in her voice, the way her fingers twisted in the sheets—it all screamed otherwise.

Amy scoffed internally. Still playing the martyr while keeping up the angel act? You can’t have it both ways.

Her voice was calm, detached. "Since Ms. Langley says it wasn’t me, I’ll be leaving."

Nathan wasn’t having it. "You think you can just walk away? Do you really think I won’t—"

He caught Alexander’s warning look and amended, "Do you think I won’t call the police?"

Amy turned back slowly, her expression unreadable. "Go ahead. Call them. See who they’ll believe—you, or the victim who just said it wasn’t me."

Nathan’s face darkened. "She’s only saying that because she doesn’t want to make things difficult for Liam and Alex!"

Amy’s gaze locked onto Victoria. "Ms. Langley, did I push you? Yes or no?"

Victoria’s breath hitched, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Ms. Sinclair... please, not in front of Liam." The implication was clear—she was enduring this for Liam’s sake.

Nathan seized on an idea and turned to Liam. "Liam, didn’t you see her push Victoria?"

Liam’s small face was solemn, his voice firm. "Yes. I saw her push her."

Nathan pointed triumphantly at Amy. "Alex! Liam wouldn’t lie!"

Alexander’s expression turned glacial as he stared at Amy. "Amy. Did you push Victoria?"

She had no interest in justifying herself, but she wasn’t about to let them smear her name. "No. She fell on her own."

"Then why did she fall?" Alexander pressed, his voice dangerously low.