Brayden, his face flushed with anger, stormed up to Henry, grabbing him by the collar with one hand while raising his other into a clenched fist.
"Am I lying? Just ask Lily," Henry said calmly, his voice steady even as Brayden's fist hovered inches from his face.
The room fell silent. All eyes instinctively turned to Lily.
Lily stood frozen, her body trembling as fear and shock coursed through her. She didn't know what to do, her mind racing but unable to form a coherent thought.
"Lily, tell me Henry's lying!" Brayden shouted, his voice booming with frustration. "Just say the word, and I'll beat him to a pulp for you. I'll make sure he's begging for mercy!"
But Lily didn't say a word. Her lips quivered, and tears began streaming down her face. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she
