Jack finally snapped out of it.
He grabbed the microphone and shouted hysterically. "No! That's not true! It's fake! It's fabricated! They're framing me!"
Chloe cried even harder beside him, tears streaming down her face like a drenched pear blossom.
"Everyone, don't believe it! It was Emily! She's jealous of me! That's why she fabricated all of this to slander us!"
I walked to the other microphone and spoke calmly, "Framed? Slander? Jack, don't you love talking about 'shared economy'?
"You shared my postpartum meals, shared my family's business secrets… now I want to share something with you too."
The screen lit up again.
This time, it displayed the investment agreement Jack and I had signed.
Uncle Thomas highlighted the most critical clause in red and enlarged it several times.
