The crowd at the door parted. Department Director Lambert squeezed through, breathless and red-faced. "What is going on here?!"
Alex lunged toward him like a drowning man grabbing a lifeline. "Director Lambert! You're just in time! Anna Matthews' husband raped my sister! She's four months pregnant! Now they won't admit it, and she's slandering my sister, saying we're trying to scam them!"
"Director Lambert." My voice remained level. "They're lying. My husband could not have gotten Georgia pregnant."
Alex's face purpled. "You're finished, yet you're still digging in your heels! A teacher like you is a stain on this school's reputation!" He whirled on Lambert. "I demand you expel Anna Matthews immediately!"
Jacob Lambert shifted in his seat, gaze skittering anywhere but my face. "Ms. Matthews, why don't you go home and rest for a few days? Let things cool down."
I stared at him. "So you're buying into this garbage too?"
He leaned closer, voice dropping to a hiss. His eyes kept flicking to the livestream camera like it might bite him. "It's escalated too far—this is a PR nightmare! You have to consider the school's reputation!"