“Enough!” Rosemary slammed her hand against the table, her voice trembling with raw emotion.
Lila, sitting across from her, flinched, nearly dropping the teacup in her hands. “Madam…?”
Rosemary lifted her phone, its screen flooded with scandalous headlines about her. “Every single day they write as if I’m nothing more than some puppet in a soap opera. They say I’m desperate for attention. They say the accident was staged. I… I can’t stay silent anymore.”
Lila glanced at her mistress’s pale face, still marked by the trauma of the accident. “But Madam, how? The media is merciless. Even if you tell the truth, they won’t believe you.”
Rosemary clenched her jaw. “If I keep quiet, it means I’m letting them trample on my dignity. No—I will speak. I will face them.”
Lila hesitated, then slowl
