"I''m not lying! She''s the one who hit me, with the feather duster! My bottom hurts so much!” Joseph wailed dramatically.


    "His skin is raw, and you have the nerve to lie to our faces? He''s just a child! Why would he lie about something like this?" George thundered, mming his hand on the table.


    Yvonne scoffed and pointed at Joseph. "Last year, he snuck into the study and broke an antique vase, then med it on a maid. Last semester, he turned in a nk exam paper, got a zero, and then changed the grade to a one hundred. Oh, yes, Joseph is a terrible liar."


    Joseph, the spoiled baby of the family, was used to getting his way, and lies and curses came to him as naturally as breathing. Yvonne''s words left the Spencers speechless, their faces growing darker by the second.


    "I''m not lying! It was her! Yvonne beat my butt!" Joseph, still lying on his stomach on the sofa, yelled. But now, he was the boy who cried wolf. No one believed him.


    Yvonne smirked. "If you suspect me of child abuse, feel free to call the police. I''m sure they''ll handle it impartially."


    "Yes! Call the police! Let them take this evil woman to jail!" Joseph shouted.


    "You shut up!" George pped the table, cutting him off. The mere mention of the police gave him a headache. Having officers show up at their door every other day was a threat to the Spencer family''s reputation.


    “Fine,” George said, his face still livid. “Let''s say you had nothing to do with your brother''s injuries. But what about you bullying Queena at school, scaring her so much she hasn''t dared to go back? How do you exin that?"


    Yvonne raised an eyebrow. "How did I bully her?”


    "Didn''t you calther an imposter and publicly humiliate her?" Jeffrey interjected. Queena had been hiding at home for days, crying and waking up from nightmares, Jeffrey''s heart ached for her; he''d beenforting her and had even made an appointment with a psychologist.


    "She is an imposter. Did I say something untrue? Or does the Spencer family have a


    rule against speaking the truth?” Yvonne retorted coldly.


    Once again, they were silenced.


    Queena, seeing the conversation stall, clenched her fists, a vicious look shing in her eyes. But her face remained a mask of fragile helplessness. Yvonne, know you don''t like me. If you really don''t want to see me, I... I can move out."


    "Then move out," Yvonne said tly. "You''re right, the sight of you makes me sick.


    Your face reminds me of your mother''s when she used to beat me."


    Queena, who had been on the verge of tears, froze. She never thought Yvonne would actually call her bluff.


    Teresa sat beside them, torn. Queena was the daughter she had raised for over a decade, her pride and joy. But Yvonne, despite being an outcast, was the child she had given birth to. It was an impossible choice.


    George and Jeffrey, however, had already chosen their side.


    "Yvonne, we know you had a tough life after you were taken," Jeffrey said, his tone harsh. "That''s why this family has bent over backwards for you since you came back. Queena has been nothing but apologetic and has tried her best to please you. But you just can''t let go of the past. Why can''t you be more forgiving?”