She managed an awkward smile. “Dad, don’t overthink it. Mom went to see Mr. Wilson to help you discuss a business deal. Mr. Wilson’s wife saw them and mistook her for a mistress. Mom got beaten up and is still in the hospital.”
Nathan was a man; he could tell truth from lies.
Ultimately, he was the one who had wronged Sophia.
But…
“Never mind. You should go get some rest. I’ll be fine after some sleep. I’ll watch my diet from now on.”
It wasn't just his blood pressure and sugar. It was the fact that he could no longer function as a man.
Joanna didn't bother pressing him further.
If he died early, it would be one less burden for her.
Everything that was Wendy’s would soon be hers, and Nathan would have outlived his usefulness.
After leaving, Joanna went to bed.
The next morning.
Marshall was on his way to work when he was blocked at the company entrance by a crowd of reporters and officials from a joint inspection commission.
Marshall’s assistant and bodyguards formed a protective circle around him.
“Nothing has been confirmed yet. You are blowing this out of proportion and inciting panic among homebuyers. As journalists, you haven't even verified the truth of the matter, yet you’re already reporting these exaggerations.”
“For a journalist, truth is the cornerstone of your work. You must report facts objectively, accurately, and fairly, without exaggeration, minimization, or distortion, to ensure your reporting aligns with reality. You haven't even been to my construction site, yet you’re claiming my materials are faulty?”
Marshall cut the reporter off, his deep, pleasant voice firm and righteous.
He stood in the cold wind, dressed in a black overcoat. A faint smile played on his handsome face. Though he was dressed maturely, his smile still held a touch of youthful charm.
The reporter was stunned into silence. He was shocked.
Marshall was just a spoiled, arrogant brat. How could he deliver such a well-reasoned response?

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