The comment section exploded almost instantly.
The moment Mirena let the implication linger—that the Sterling family had known everything from the very beginning—people lunged for their keyboards like starving animals catching the scent of blood.
[What other intentions could the Sterling family have had with someone like her?]
One comment read.
[Wow, this is suspicious as hell.]
Another read.
[Isn’t it obvious? She’s just trying to divert attention away from the main issue!]
Mirena read through them calmly, her fingers folded neatly together on the desk as though she were watching a theatrical performance rather than standing in the middle of a digital battlefield.
“I’m doing no such thing,” she said smoothly, lifting her gaze back to the camera.
Her tone was c
