"What am I saying?" I repeated, meeting Liam's accusatory glare. "I'm saying you should check your facts before throwing around accusations like this."
Liam's lips curled into a smirk as he pulled out his phone. "I have all the facts I need right here."
He turned the screen toward the group, showing what looked like a WhatsApp conversation.
"This is a message from Dr. Emma Bella herself to Imogen, who then forwarded it to me." He scrolled through the chat, stopping at a screenshot. "See the timestamp? Three weeks ago. Your submission was yesterday."
My blood ran cold. I recognized that file—it was from my personal laptop. Imogen must have accessed it when she visited the Johnson house last month. The realization made my stomach twist.
"That's impossible," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Is it?" Liam raised an eyebrow. "Then explain how you have the exact same equations, down to the notation style."
