“Or is it that you’re just jealous of Chief Engineer Crawford, and now you’re using this whole scandal as an excuse to drag her name through the mud?”
Millie’s breath caught in her throat.
She knew perfectly well what kind of reputation her own alma mater had.
But having someone spell it out so bluntly in front of everyone made her cheeks burn with shame.
Her hand clenched just a little tighter as she forced herself to respond. “I never accused anyone of corruption. I only answered the reporter’s question.”
At that moment, the reporter’s gaze shifted to Danielle. “Ms. Crawford, would you care to respond to the questions I just raised?”
Danielle’s expression was cold and composed. She understood that dodging the issue now would only make things worse.
Gian had just checked the internet—social media was ablaze, swamped with stories questioning the moral character of the lead engineer at the Space Agency.
Dropping such a sensational story at this critical moment—who could be so malicious?
Danielle took the microphone from the reporter, her face pale but resolute. Her words rang out clearly: “Regarding these rumors about my daughter, I support a full investigation through every possible channel. I will cooperate with the authorities and the agency’s internal review.”
The reporter pressed on, unwilling to let go. “So you claim there’s nothing wrong with you or your daughter. Are you saying all those rumors online are completely baseless?”
The relentless barrage of questions was like a storm, relentless and suffocating.
Millie managed to keep a smile on her lips.
No one from the Davidson family would ever step forward to defend Danielle.
Alexander didn’t love her. The Davidsons certainly didn’t care for Danielle either.
A divorced daughter-in-law and a child of uncertain parentage—they couldn’t distance themselves fast enough at a moment like this.
She was looking forward to seeing Danielle finally lose her place on that pedestal.
“And where, exactly, did you hear all these rumors?”
The sudden, crisp voice echoed above the crowd, slicing through the tension.
For a split second, the entire room fell silent.
Every head turned toward the source.
Alexander, dressed in black, strode confidently toward Danielle.
Danielle’s heart gave a little jolt. She furrowed her brow, startled to see him intervene.
She never would have imagined that, at a moment like this, he would step forward to clear her name.
Millie felt like ice water was flooding her veins.
She hadn’t expected Alexander to defend them either.
She’d been sure Danielle would finally be discredited today.
The reporter, too, was left momentarily speechless.
With the principal parties having spoken so decisively, what was left to say?
The rumors had been slapped down hard, leaving those who’d spread them feeling deeply embarrassed.
Gian studied Alexander with a thoughtful, troubled expression.
His actions were confounding—impossible to analyze or predict.
The reporter exhaled slowly, clearly losing his earlier confidence as he spoke again.
“My daughter-in-law was always treated well in the Davidson family,” came a new voice, sharp and clear, as Bianca appeared, heels clicking on the floor. “And Monica has always been the beloved granddaughter of the Davidson clan. She is absolutely not, as the rumors claim, some illegitimate child.”
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