"We're going to take back control," she whispered. "Ross thinks he's untouchable—but everyone has a weakness. Everyone has a blind spot. And Ross? He has several."
Lea held her breath, waiting.
Chelsea continued, her voice steady and confident. "First, we watch him. Quietly. We see when he goes to see Mom, when he meets Karen, when he's alone. We learn his routine. We learn everything."
"Like… spying?" Lea asked.
"Exactly," Chelsea replied. "Then we gather evidence—something undeniable, something that would blow everything up if Ross ever tried to pull something on Mom or pressure her again."
Lea slowly nodded, catching on. "So we're getting leverage."
"Exactly." Chelsea's lips curled into a smirk. "Then we confront him. Together. Not with tears, not with screaming—we confront him with cold, solid proof that we know everything. Proof that he can't twist or deny."
Lea's pulse quickened with a mix of fear and excitement. "And then what?"
