Evidence?
Delphine scoffed when she heard Amanda claim to have evidence. She didn’t believe her for a second.
The surveillance footage from the upstairs wing had long been destroyed by someone they’d hired—what kind of evidence could she possibly have?
The internal power struggles within the Schmidt family were brutal. Every man in the family vied for control.
There was no way she would have allowed something like a video recording to exist.
She looked at Amanda, instantly shifting into a victim’s role, speaking with righteous sorrow:
“Amanda, you were clearly the one bullying the children. As their grandmother, I believe in kindness and tolerance—but how could you be so vicious as to feed them dirt?”
Amanda nearly rolled her eyes. Whose grandmother was she again?
Delphine was cunn
