Talia lifted her eyelids, then said with a mocking smirk, "I could repeat this endlessly, and it wouldn't change the fact that Kayla is the mastermind behind Felicia's poisoning."

Myra stumbled back, repeating, "No way... no way..."

Kayla vehemently denied the accusation. "I'm innocent! I swear I've never done anything like that!" She grasped Myra's hand, tears streaming down her face. "Mom, you have to believe me! My cousin's been cornered, that's why she's lashing out! I'm innocent!"

Myra calmed herself, whispering, "Kayla, be honest. Did you do it? If you tell the truth, I'll believe you."

Kayla's unshakeable position in Myra's heart was evident. She immediately shook her head, raising her hand in an oath. "No! Mom, I swear I didn't! I have no idea why Talia would accuse me. If I did this, I'd be doomed!" Myra thought, Thank goodness she didn't.

Just as Myra began to relax, Felicia accidentally pressed a button on her recorder. Kayla's arrogant voice blared from the speakers.

"Did you get it? Hand it over."

Roberta's trembling response followed: "But this is poison. I won't give it to you unless you tell me what it's for."

Kayla's face paled. She lunged for the recorder, shouting, "Don't play that! You can't play that!"

Myra held Kayla's hand firmly. The recording continued.

"Fine, I'll tell you. This poison is for Felicia. I want her dead!"

"She's your sister!"

"I don't have a sister, and I don't need one. I'd always be the precious gem of the Fullers without her. She's in my way, so she deserves to die."

Myra's expression darkened with each word. Kayla quivered, calling, "Mom—"

Myra slapped her with all her strength. Anger and disappointment warred on her face. The undeniable proof shattered her hope for Kayla's innocence. She couldn't comprehend that her beloved daughter would want to kill her own sister.

"What have I done to deserve this? How has the Fuller family wronged you? How could you do this, Kayla? You've let me down in the worst possible way!"

Tears streamed down Kayla's swollen face. It was the first time Myra had struck her in eighteen years.

"Mom, I was wrong. I really was wrong."