Selina closed her eyes, her smile turning colder.
The Hill and Brooks families—ruined by someone like her.
Her tone was calm, almost detached, but the edge beneath every word could cut glass.
"Mrs. Hill," she said evenly, "what makes you think my father’s greatest love was you?"
Before Hannah could answer, Selina continued, her voice steady and sharp.
"My parents knew each other since childhood. They were childhood sweethearts. Even after my grandparents died in that ’accident,’ even when my uncle vanished, even when my mother—because of you and Matt—fell from grace, my father never abandoned her."
She took a step forward, her gaze unwavering.
"When my mother was forced into Joe’s hands, my father risked everything to rescue her. His mentors, colleagues, and students—all knew this. Every one of his students called my mother ’Mrs. Brooks.’"
A murmur rippled through the crowd. Several researchers in their thirties nodded fiercely, glaring at Hannah with open disgust.
Selina’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.
"So, Mrs. Hill, what exactly makes you believe my father loved you?"
Hannah clenched her teeth. "Because—"
"Can’t answer?" Selina tilted her head, almost pitying. "Shall I answer it for you?"
"Selina," Hannah snapped, her breath uneven. "You—"
"You believe my father loved you," Selina interrupted coldly, "because you gave him that drug."
The room went still.
Hannah’s face twisted in horror. "You’re lying!"
Selina ignored her outburst, her tone calm and cutting.
"You really thought that by feeding him that drug, you could make him love you? Love doesn’t come from force. When you tamper with the mind, what you create isn’t love—it’s madness."
Hannah seemed to latch onto one phrase, shouting, "You said it yourself—love can’t be forced! Curtis loved me! He already did!"
Selina’s expression didn’t change. "Then why, Mrs. Hill," she said softly, "are you so desperate to convince yourself?"
Hannah’s eyes went bloodshot. "Because he did—he did love me!"
Selina’s gaze sharpened. "Because you saw what that drug could do."
Her next words struck like lightning. "Amelia."
A stunned silence fell over the hall.
Everyone turned instinctively toward Logan.
Amelia—the adopted daughter of the Perry family, who had stolen the real daughter’s place, her fiancé, and even claimed the real daughter’s child as her own.
Logan’s so-called "illegitimate son" had been Amelia’s fabrication from the start.
Selina’s tone was soft, almost conversational—but every syllable hit like a hammer.
"People always said the Perry men—Grandpa Perry, Mr. Perry—sided with Amelia because of their own scandals. That they hated Anna, the real daughter, because she reminded them of their mistakes."
Hannah snapped, "Isn’t that true?!"
Selina let out a quiet, mocking laugh.
"Perhaps. But do you really believe every single person in the Perry family lost their mind? Even after Anna was switched at birth, Grandpa Perry did search for her. He may have been unfaithful, but he never wished for Anna’s death."
Selina tilted her head slightly, her tone light but her words razor-sharp.
"So tell me—why did Grandpa Perry later want Anna dead? Because he adopted Amelia."
Her gaze swept across the silent crowd.
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