As the reporters filtered out of the mansion, their notebooks filled with a wealth of new information, the atmosphere within the Morgan household was thick with tension. Cecilia paced restlessly, her brow furrowed with concern, while Isabella radiated an aura of smug satisfaction.
"Do you truly believe they bought our story?" Ethan asked, his voice laced with uncertainty.
William sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "It's hard to say, son. The truth is, we're playing a dangerous game, one that could have far-reaching consequences if we're not careful."
Isabella scoffed, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Don't be such a worry-wart, Ethan. The seed of doubt has been planted, and that's all that matters. Once the media gets a taste of this juicy narrative, they'll run with it, and Elara's reputation will be in tatters."
