The atmosphere in the Moreau mansion was electric with tension. Damian Gallagher stood tall beside his father, his face set in hard lines as he surveyed the room. He had come for justice, and he wouldn't leave without it.
"Mr. Moreau," Damian's voice cut through the charged silence. "Your daughter Orla deliberately slandered an innocent girl at the Covington Group. She also stole credit for Dr. Payne's work and presented it as her own."
Lachlan's face darkened. "These are serious accusations."
"They aren't accusations. They're facts," James Gallagher added, though his eyes kept drifting back to Eleanor. "We have Alice's testimony and substantial evidence of plagiarism."
Eleanor paled further, her fingers trembling as she reached for the back of a nearby chair. "Orla did what?"
Lyra moved quickly to her aunt's side, supporting her elbow. The older woman's skin felt clammy beneath her touch.
