Ayla stood frozen, glancing nervously at her parents.My mother gripped the stair railing, stunned. Her mouth hung open, her eyes locked on Ayla, but she couldn't say a word.My father looked at the spilled medicine, his face dark and unreadable."No, that's not true, Mom, Dad. I didn't! She's lying to you. You have to believe me!" Ayla rushed forward and grabbed my mother's sleeve.My mother's expression wavered. She didn't know what was true anymore.But just then, Clara spoke again. "I have recordings! Every time she had me brew the medicine, I recorded it!"She took out her phone and played an audio clip. Ayla's voice came through the speaker, cold and clear. "Make this month's medicine the same as always. They can't find out I'm better. Once I've driven Elena out for good, everything in this house will be mine!"Ayla sounded smug and cruel on the recording, nothing like the sweet, gentle girl she pretended to be.Raphael couldn't believe what he was hearing. He turned to Ayla and
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