Alexander's brow creased as he cut through the conversation. "Amy, perhaps you should examine these photographs first."

Amy glanced down, flipping through the images swiftly. "Yes, I did craft these items for Oliver."

"And what about his bullying of Liam?" Alexander pressed, his voice sharp.

Amy's expression flickered slightly. "These photos have no connection to Oliver mistreating Liam, do they?"

Alexander caught the subtle defensiveness in her tone, his gaze turning glacial. "So, you're implying Liam is lying?"

Amy exhaled. "We should conduct a proper investigation before determining who's at fault."

Her words were measured, but Alexander had always despised Oliver and his father. Amy's insistence on "fairness" grated on him.

"Amy, are you truly doubting your own child?"

"That's not what I said," Amy countered.

Alexander's eyes narrowed. "But you don't trust him either. Admit it."

Amy remained composed. "Liam is still young. His perception isn't fully developed. We can't blindly accept a child's word as absolute truth."

Alexander's stare darkened, his voice deliberate. "He isn't just any child. He's your son."

Amy let out a quiet laugh. "And you're my husband, aren't you? Have you ever truly believed in me?"

Alexander stiffened, but before he could respond, Amy continued softly, "I never said I disbelieved him. I simply want evidence. When Victoria fell down the stairs, Liam swore I pushed her."

"And in the end, the truth came out. Is it wrong for me to question his words now?"

Alexander fell silent. Even Liam seemed uncertain now.

Margaret, however, was relentless. "Amy, I don’t care about your reasons—whether it's money or pride—you will resign immediately! That Oliver boy doesn’t even have a mother—"

Amy's voice turned icy. "Margaret, Oliver is not an orphan. Watch your words."

Margaret's face flushed with rage, her temples throbbing as she clutched her head. Seeing this, Amy turned back to Alexander.

"Alexander, can we release my friend first and then discuss this?"

Though irritated, Alexander noticed Margaret's distress and handed her a small bottle. "Mother, these are the medications Amy brought for you. Are they the correct ones?"

The reminder of Amy withholding her pills before—leaving her in agony for days—sent Margaret into a fresh fury. She snatched the bottle and hurled it at Amy with all her strength!

"You think these pills give you control over me?" Margaret seethed, pointing a trembling finger. "You're wrong! This isn’t over, Amy! Mark my words!"

The glass shattered at Amy's feet, shards scattering across the floor. One sharp fragment grazed her cheek, a thin trail of blood sliding down her porcelain skin, staining the tense silence. Pills rolled away, abandoned.

The room froze.

Charlotte whispered, "Mother... Amy is bleeding."

Margaret only laughed bitterly. "Karma. Serves her right for trying to manipulate me with medicine!"