Chapter 220

Chapter 220 He's Lost His Mind

On the day of the press conference, Leonard and I played our roles like puppets, following the script exactly as planned.

Every reporter's question had been pre-approved, and we answered them flawlessly.

I even had my ultrasound scan on hand to prove the baby's existence.

Most reporters were hired by the Harmon family and had long standing relationships with them, so there were no surprises.

They asked soft, straightforward questions, some even touching on the incident in Melgrove.

Leonard's memory may have been muddled, but his retention was still sharp. After reviewing the notes a few times, he memorized everything perfectly. Meanwhile, I stood beside him, smiling dutifully, feeling utterly out of place. But I had no choice; I had to be there. After all, the baby was inside me.

As the press conference was being broadcast live to maximize its impact, I caught a glimpse of the supportive messages from viewers on the big screen. But those messages did nothing to soothe my heart. There was no comfort in well-wishes when the happiness they were based on felt so fake. Suddenly, a reporter broke through the crowd, thrusting a microphone toward me.

"Mrs. Harmon, so all the rumors about your former roommate are false?"

"I'm

online. Most of them are untrue," I replied, keeping my tone neutral. Something about

broke the protocol, others quickly followed

in college really you? Or you're just

not bother you that Leonard

ex kidnapping you, don't you resent him? Why would you still want to have his

really love your wife, or

of these reporters were clearly there to stir up drama, but I suspected others were asking pointed questions

but wonder if Luca was behind

between them lately.

He knew we needed to keep up appearances of a loving couple, and his face

company are you from?" he barked. "You clearly don't know

wants to investigate me and Eva, go ahead. She's pregnant, and if you've got any more questions,

but just as things

his pocket, and I saw the name

discreetly remind him of where we were. He

1. in.

a fever. I'm feeling so sick, I think I might be

felt my grip on his sleeve slacken as Leonard's gaze shifted from the phone to the door. Without thinking, he

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