Miranda’s fury detonated. She jabbed a manicured finger inches from Charlotte’s nose, though her venom was aimed squarely at Cecilia.

“See that arrogance? You really think I’ll just let her walk away after humiliating my child?”

Truth be told, Miranda had never liked Cecilia. Today felt like the perfect chance to exploit a weakness—and she seized it with vicious delight.

Charlotte had laid a hand on her precious boy. Miranda was not a woman who forgave, and she never forgot.

Cecilia opened her mouth to speak, but Charlotte raised a quiet hand, stopping her.

“Boss, let it go. I’m fine,” Charlotte said calmly. “Worst-case scenario? I spend a few days behind bars. No big deal.”

Cecilia knew better than to plead. Begging would only inflate Miranda’s ego and sharpen her cruelty.