The livestream ended instantly.

Guests started whispering.

My sister stared at the captain. “Why are you listening to her?!”

Because the yacht was leased under my marine company.

Not hers.

She had rented luxury her entire life pretending it belonged to her.

I looked down at Sophie shaking against my chest.

“She’s your daughter,” I said quietly. “Not your content.”

For the first time all night, my sister looked embarrassed instead of angry.

My mother tried defending her. “She didn’t mean—”

“Stop.”

My voice echoed across the deck.

Even the ocean suddenly felt silent.

The captain asked gently, “Where would you like to dock, ma’am?”

I looked at Sophie.

“Anywhere far from people who make children afraid.”

My sister burst into tears then.

Not because Sophie was hurt.

Because her audience had seen everything.

And deep down, she knew something worse than losing followers had happened.

Her daughter no longer trusted her.