Megan's knees buckled as the world seemed to tilt under her feet. 'No… this can't be happening.'
Panic surged through her veins, making it hard to breathe. Her trembling fingers dug into Oliver's sleeve.
"Please… Dad," she choked out. "You have to believe me. I didn't do any of that. Someone is misleading Nathan. He has been manipulated—"
"Still denying it?" Nathan's voice thundered, his patience long gone. His glare could burn holes through steel. "Even now? After all this?" He stepped forward, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You didn't just sabotage Anne's place in this house; you tried to kill her."
"K-Kill Anne?" Oliver's voice wavered, disbelief etched into every word. "That's… That can't be true."
But Megan had already begun to shake her head violently. "No! No, I didn't. He is making things up—"
"I have proof," Nathan cut in coldly. He turned toward the door and called out sharply, "Bring him in."
