“Phoebe, the door is closed?
Where are we supposed to find witnesses or evidence now?
Since they dared to start such a rumor, I’m afraid they’ve already colluded with the café staff.
Even if we came, we wouldn’t find any proof.” Kitty kicked the café’s door in frustration.
“This is infuriating!
I should’ve contacted you sooner yesterday and stayed by your side.”
Phoebe Faulkner looked at the closed-for-business café, her gaze dropping.
She had been in such a daze yesterday that she’d forgotten the most important thing: finding witnesses and evidence to prove her innocence.
‘This place won’t work, but there’s still the hospital!’
‘Isn’t Dawn O’Connell pregnant?
Didn’t she have an operation at the hospital yesterday?
If I make this public and prove that she and Howard Lynch are the scumbags who cheated behind my back, I’ll have a chance to turn the tables!’
“Kitty, come on.
We’re going to the hospital, now!”
“The hospital?”
“Yes, the hospital.”
The two of them rushed to the hospital without a moment’s rest, planning to find a nurse on duty and ask where Dawn O’Connell was.
However, the moment she arrived at the entrance, she was immediately mobbed by a swarm of reporters.
Seeing Phoebe Faulkner, the reporters swarmed her like flies on meat, all rushing forward at once.
“Miss Faulkner, what are your thoughts on Mr.
Lynch calling off your engagement?”
“Miss Faulkner, are the rumors true?
Your classmate claimed you traded sexual favors for an internship and were a kept woman.
Do you have any comment?
Or do you believe you did nothing wrong?”
“Miss Faulkner, are you aware of the impact this will have on the Faulkner Group?
Does your second uncle know about this?”
“Miss Faulkner, please—”
Countless microphones were shoved in Phoebe Faulkner’s face.
The overwhelming barrage of questions drowned her in a sea of aggressive inquiries.
The malicious sneers on their faces were like distorted monsters, repeating and amplifying before her eyes.
“Miss Faulkner…”
“Miss Faulkner…”
“Shut up, all of you!
Which paper are you from?
Believe it or not, I can make sure you never work in Norport again!”
“Kitty, I’m fine.” Phoebe Faulkner stepped forward and held Kitty back, looking at the nearest reporter.
“I, Phoebe Faulkner, have never done anything to wrong anyone.
My conscience is clear!”
“A clear conscience?
Then how do you explain this, Miss Faulkner: enraged and humiliated when your affair was exposed, you pushed your good friend down the stairs, and now she’s lying in this very hospital?”
Seeing that the reporter was intentionally twisting the facts, Phoebe Faulkner shot him a cold glare.
“I never pushed her!
The one who actually cheated wasn’t me, it was Howard Lynch!
They have a child together!
If you investigate now, you’ll find out the truth!
The one who wanted to call off the wedding wasn’t Howard Lynch, it was me!”
“They have a child together?”
“Is it true?”
“Quick, go check it out!
This is a huge story!”
Some of the reporters had been hired by the Lynch Family to manipulate public opinion, but others were genuine journalists.
As a result, the real reporters began to investigate the truth.
Phoebe Faulkner looked at the reporters still surrounding her, then met the eyes of the one in front of her.
Her voice was cool and even.
“Even in its decline, the Faulkner family still has the power to shut down a newspaper or two.”