Vivia Fuller felt her body tremble involuntarily, her gaze fixed intensely on Hope Williams.
The collision of their stares; Hope was calm and composed, Vivia burning with hatred.
"Don't panic, she doesn't have any proof, but be careful, she's too smart and will try to trick you," Henry Fuller whispered a warning to Vivia, gently pushing her forward.
Biting her teeth, Vivia nodded, her eyes locked on Hope as she walked forward with her head held high and her chest puffed out.
She kept reminding herself in her heart that she was not the one who was wrong. Hope was the one without any evidence. Hope was just bluffing, and today, she would be the only winner.
As she thought, Vivia walked onto the stage with a fragile and pitiful expression already across her face.
Whether intentional or not, Vivia only wore a white knit dress today. Its body-hugging design further accentuated her slender figure, adding a sense of vulnerability in the winter day.