"It wasn't me." Lucy was still on her knees, her lips pale as paper. "I never said those things. The video was edited. Someone's setting me up."
No one answered her. The relatives who had been defending her moments ago quietly edged away.
Lucy whipped her head toward Warren as though he were the last thing keeping her afloat.
"Warren, say something!"
Warren looked even paler than she did.
His gaze flickered between the screen and the crowd, where dozens of phones were now pointed at him. Sweat began to bead across his forehead.
"Turn it off!" he shouted at the staff. "Shut it down right now!"
The staff rushed to disconnect the cables, and the screen finally went black.
But too late—the damage had been done.
Everyone had already seen the truth.
I pulled out another document.
"War
