Cecilia didn’t show it on her face, but her thoughts had already shifted the moment she turned away.

She went upstairs, closed the study door, and dialed a number.

“Find out everything about the account that first uploaded that video,” she said calmly. “Don’t miss a single transfer. I want names, sources, and timing.”

On the other end, the response was immediate. “Understood, Ms. Smith.”

She hung up and sat down at the desk, fingers resting lightly on the edge.

This wasn’t just about kids anymore.

If Miranda wanted to use public opinion as a weapon, Cecilia would simply pull out the hand holding it.