Divorce Failed! My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 316

He turned to Leah with a cool, unreadable expression.

"So you're the one who accused Miss Vance of being someone's kept woman—without a shred of proof. Is that right?"

Leah sensed the trouble coming and instinctively shrank behind her father.

Tommy Ford could tell these people hadn't come to chat.

He stepped in front of his daughter. "If you're calling it slander, then show some evidence."

"Just because you say my daughter spread filth doesn't make it true."

Daisy, who'd been fading into the background until now, spoke up timidly.

"I can testify. Leah did spread those rumors about Maeve."

"She said Maeve had 'that kind of face'—the kind that's born to be some rich guy's toy."

"She said Maeve was shameless and slept around, sneaking off with men behind everyone's back."

To make it stick, Daisy played an audio clip—something she'd secretly recorded.

When Maeve slapped Leah earlier, Daisy had hit record. She'd caught the exact moment Leah started spewing her venom.

In the recording, Leah's voice sounded like a witch spitting curses—every word uglier than the last.

Andres had assumed this was going to be a minor nuisance.

But hearing Leah talk about Maeve like that, his expression darkened until it looked murderous.

Even Tommy Ford looked embarrassed. That kind of language—coming out of his daughter's mouth.

Renfield had completely lost the will to speak.

No wonder Mr. Sterling had insulted his judgment more than once.

First Anya, now Leah—two students he'd worked hard to recruit to Aethelburg University.

And both of them had imploded, one scandal after another.

Leah snapped, pointing at Daisy and screaming, "You broke, backstabbing little—! You really think you can set me up?"

She yawned several times in a row—clearly exhausted.

Andres flicked Hans a look, telling him to stay and deal with the Fords.

Make sure they paid for it.

Then he took Maeve by the hand and led her out of the school. "Hungry? Let's get you something to eat."

Maeve didn't refuse.

Back in the vice principal's office, she'd been so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. But outside, with the evening breeze against her face, her head cleared.

On the drive to the restaurant, she said, "It was just a fight. You didn't have to make such a production out of it."

All those bodyguards—he'd basically shown up just to intimidate people.

Andres suddenly said, "Then let's go public. Let everyone know about us."

Leah's foul accusations had made him realize this kind of baseless rumor would keep happening.