Mrs. Hardy did not fall for it.

"Call her now! Make her tell everyone in the whole wide world! Tell them everything she said tonight was false! Tell them only what I said is true!"

"But is what you said true?" Dylan asked.

Mrs. Hardy choked on her own spit. "Of course, it's true!" she shouted, her head held high in defiance. "Stop talking nonsense! Call Larissa right now!"

"Of course, I could call Ms. Seymour, and I could certainly have her take back everything she said tonight," Dylan said, closing the distance between them by half a step and meeting her eyes, his gaze unwavering. "But think about everyone you've deceived for a moment. Do you think they'll ever be able to trust you again?"

Mrs. Hardy was stumped by his question. Her eyes darted around surreptitiously, as if she were trying to think of an answer to his questions.

"Actually, this whole incident has never been Larissa's fault. The only party you should be placing the blame on is the production team of 'The Mediators Room