More and more eyes turned toward us, and only then did Victoria speak.

"Sis, why don't we go upstairs to talk, okay?"

"No."

My gaze remained fixed on Mom. "Whatever you want to say, say it here."

I pointed to the security cameras and demanded, "The cameras caught everything. Why don't we check them and see who's really been bothering who?"

"Go ahead, let everyone see just how low you've sunk!"

Watching Mom eagerly agreeing with me, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

How much does she really hate me?

John quickly stepped in, trying to change the subject. "Hey, Vicky, Uncle, Aunt—what are you all doing here?"

Vicky...

I...