Senator William Reed sat across from Riley and Alistair in his private office, his expression unreadable as he leaned back in his chair. The tension in the room was thick, despite the comforting warmth of the afternoon sun filtering through the windows.
"I want to ask you both something," the senator said, his voice calm but firm. "Now that everything has settled, have you thought about pressing charges against Isabel?"
Riley’s fingers curled slightly on her lap, a flicker of hesitation crossing her face. She glanced at Alistair, who sat beside her, his jaw tightening at the mention of Isabel’s name.
"She defamed you both," her father continued. "She invaded your privacy, stalked you, and manipulated the media to paint you in a terrible light. What she did wasn’t just morally wrong—it w
