The memories from my past life flooded my mind, and panic gripped my chest. My eyes darted to my grandmother, whose breathing was labored as she stared at the photos in disbelief, her eyes brimming with tears.
"My granddaughter would never do something like this!" she exclaimed.
Noticing her worsening state, my heart sank. I begged those around me to help take her to the hospital. But they all backed away as if avoiding contamination from someone as "dirty" as me.
In the end, it was my two childhood friends who stepped forward.
Henry offered to drive, while Kristoff and I supported my grandmother as we rushed her to the hospital.
"Good thing you brought her on time," the doctor said. "Any later, and her life might have been in danger."
I quickly thanked the doctor and stayed by my grandmother's bedside, my heart heavy with guilt.
While keeping vigil, I reviewed the security footage. As I suspected, Sandy’s figure appeared on the screen. She had deliberately swapped the photos. Each of the scandalous images was fake—carefully and maliciously doctored.
Clutching the evidence, I prepared to go to the police. But my two childhood friends blocked my way.
"It was just a prank. Do you really have to blow this out of proportion?" Kristoff scolded. "Do you even realize what kind of damage you’ll cause Sandy if you report this?"
I froze in place, stunned by his audacity, before erupting in rage. "And what about me? My grandmother nearly died! Doesn’t she care that she’s destroying me and the entire Nicolas family?"
Kristoff immediately stepped in front of Sandy protectively and shoved me forcefully. "Enough, Amelia! Your grandmother is fine now, isn’t she? Besides, flies don’t land on eggs without cracks. If people are saying these things about you, it’s probably because you did something to deserve it!"
Those words no longer pierced my heart. Numb, I brushed past them.
But Henry grabbed my wrist tightly, his expression cold and unreadable. "Amelia, don’t waste your time. You know how powerful our families are. No lawyer would dare take this case."
When I didn’t respond, his grip tightened.
"And don’t forget—your grandmother is still in the hospital. With one word, I can have her treatment stopped."
He pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
"Three."
"Two."
"I was wrong!" I collapsed to my knees, tears streaming uncontrollably down my face.