"Why would I make things difficult for Ava?" Victoria frowned, setting down her half-finished espresso.
Liam's voice remained calm and cold over the phone. "Your reputation precedes you."
Victoria let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Unbelievable." Without another word, she hung up, her perfectly manicured fingers swiftly tapping her phone screen to send him a location.
She turned to Ava with a smirk, shaking her head. "That brat actually thinks I'd bully my own daughter-in-law? Do I look like one of those nightmare mothers-in-law from soap operas?"
Ava remembered Victoria's sharp retort to Sophia earlier—brutal, devastating, yet deeply satisfying. Despite the older woman's cold exterior, she had a commanding presence that was oddly reassuring. Ava smiled slightly and answered sincerely, "No, you're the best mother-in-law anyone could ask for."