“Zane…” Luna’s voice trembled, a mix of embarrassment and anger burning in her chest. Amalia had been right—Zane always suspected everyone for no reason. And now, after everything Amalia had dedicated to Vance Corp, he was accusing her of something this cruel, all based on evidence that could easily be forged with advanced tech. “Are you really doubting me?” Zane’s voice sharpened. “Did you already forget about what happened with Edwin?” His disappointment cut through every word. Luna froze, torn. Who was she supposed to trust? She was stuck between respecting her brother and being grateful to Amalia. But Zane’s accusations—always a storm waiting to ruin things—came back to haunt her. “Luna, look at the evidence carefully,” Zane urged, stepping closer. “This isn’t fabricated—” Luna lifted her hand, signaling him to stop. Her jaw clenched, fighting back tears born from frustration