Millie froze, every muscle in her body going rigid.
Suddenly, everyone from the Davidson family was changing their tune, switching sides as if overnight.
Was it all because of Danielle’s new, prestigious status?
Bianca had always despised Danielle—hated her, even—but now she was silent.
The Davidson family quickly came forward to refute the wild rumors and false accusations swirling about. With their public statement, the gossip lost momentum and began to unravel.
Danielle’s gaze lingered on Bianca, searching for some hint of motive.
She couldn’t help but wonder what game these people were playing—what they were really after.
Danielle spoke up, her voice calm and steady. “Thank you all for your concern and understanding. I won’t be making any further comments about my personal life. Please respect my privacy and look at this matter rationally.”
The whole thing, which had stirred up so much public commotion, finally reached its end.
Millie felt a lump rise in her throat. She wanted to say something, to find the perfect words to crush the ugly rumors about Danielle once and for all, but nothing came.
After the successful conclusion of the launch event, what had happened on site was already making waves online, especially Alexander’s pointed clarification.
[Some people just can’t stand to see someone so beautiful and accomplished. Jealousy breeds rumors, that’s all there is to it.]
[It’s always the cowards hiding in the shadows, sending reporters to do their dirty work.]
Once things wrapped up, the industry crowd headed out for a big dinner—one of those sprawling gatherings where everyone knew everyone else.
Alexander glanced at Danielle. “Need a ride?”
Danielle’s expression didn’t change. She didn’t even bother to look his way. “That won’t be necessary.”
She noticed Millie standing a short distance away, clearly waiting for Alexander.
Danielle’s refusal wasn’t only because of Millie; after all, she and Alexander were divorced now. There were a hundred reasons to keep their distance.
Best to avoid any hint of impropriety.
As for his earlier defense, Danielle didn’t thank him. She didn’t ask why he did it, either.
Millie simply couldn’t understand him. He’d forbidden Monica from calling him Dad, and yet tonight he’d stepped up to defend them. She’d always assumed that his silence, his indifference to the swirling rumors, meant Alexander didn’t care.
“No need,” Alexander said, glancing at Millie. “What’s your take on all the gossip online?”
Millie blinked, taken aback by the question.
“It’s just rumors. Probably someone jealous, sending a reporter to stir up trouble,” she replied.
Alexander watched her. “So if I dig up the person behind that reporter, what do you think I should do?”
Millie hesitated, unsure how to answer. “Alex, you and Danielle are divorced now. Maybe it’s best not to get involved. Danielle will fight for her daughter, and she’ll get to the bottom of it herself. You’re busy enough as it is. My advice? Leave this alone.”
Alexander smiled, said nothing more.
“You go on ahead,” he added, then strode away without looking back.
When Leanne heard about what had happened, her tone turned ice-cold. “Are you stupid? Exposing yourself at an event like that—what man wants to be made a fool of in public? Even if he doesn’t like Danielle, he’s not going to stand by and do nothing. This isn’t just about Danielle’s reputation; it’s about the Davidson family’s honor. You really think he’d just let it slide?”
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