Chapter 590:

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Susanna quickly stepped around Daniel and moved to Renee’s other side, silently showing her support—both for Renee and for her marriage.

Renee’s voice remained steady, but there was undeniable force behind it. “How can you prove Marcelo has a mental illness? And what legal consequences are you implying? Be clear about what you’re accusing him of.”

The reporter froze for a moment, then quickly recovered.

“Miss Hudson, where there’s smoke, there’s usually fire. Mr. King hasn’t spoken out about this, has he? Doesn’t that look like an admission—or a sign of guilt?”

“Rumors end with smart people. I believe in my husband,” Renee replied. She paused, then let out a soft, almost amused laugh. “Since when did reporters start shaping public opinion based on hearsay instead of evidence and facts? If I hadn’t seen your press badge, I’d think you were more interested in gossip than news.”

𝘙om𝘢n𝖼𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽аs𝗌𝗂oո о𝗇 gа𝗅nо𝘃elѕ.𝖼𝗼𝗆

The most basic rule of journalism was to report the truth.

The reporter’s face flushed. He opened his mouth, but before he could respond, someone shoved through the crowd.

“Look! It’s Marcelo!” a voice shouted.

Renee stiffened at his sudden appearance. Her first instinct was to wish he would turn around and leave. Then she laughed bitterly at herself for even thinking something so foolish.

Susanna discreetly stepped aside.

Marcelo reached Renee at once. The moment his arms closed around her, he sensed something was wrong. “Are you okay?”

“I twisted my ankle,” Renee admitted.

The questions that had been aimed at Renee immediately shifted to Marcelo.

Marcelo didn’t answer. His gaze swept over the crowd with icy calm, and he asked in a low voice, “Who hurt her?”

The reporters exchanged uneasy looks.

Those closest to Renee instinctively backed away, insisting they hadn’t touched her—though none of them could be sure whether their push to get closer had caused her to misstep.

Even if it was true, no one dared admit it.

Marcelo had planned to pick Renee up after class, but work had delayed him. He had never imagined he would walk into this kind of chaos.

Without hesitation, he lifted Renee into his arms.

She yelped in surprise and clung to him, afraid she might slip.

“Mr. King, what do you have to say about the accusations against you—”

“Step aside,” Marcelo cut in before the reporter could finish. “If you have proof, bring it to me. Don’t bring it to my wife.”

Daniel pushed through the crowd quickly, clearing a path.

Marcelo followed behind him, carrying Renee as he walked away.

The reporters tried to chase them, but two bodyguards appeared seemingly out of nowhere and blocked their way.

A few attempted to circle around from another angle, but Daniel stepped in front of them and stopped them cold.

“Excuse me,” one reporter protested. “Seeking the truth is our job!”

“Or is ‘seeking the truth’ just a cover for harassment?” Daniel scoffed, his voice cold.

“You almost made Miss Hudson fall down the stairs today. If something had happened to her, do you know who would’ve been held responsible?”

The reporter’s expression darkened at the implied threat.

“Are you threatening us? Marcelo is the one in trouble, not us.”

“Yes, I’m threatening you.” Daniel let out a short laugh. “And what does Marcelo have to do with this?” His gaze sharpened. “I should introduce myself. I’m Daniel Lambert. If Renee gets hurt because of anything you do, feel free to test your luck.”

As Daniel and Susanna walked away, one reporter suddenly remembered something. “Wait… isn’t Daniel one of the Lambert sons who moved overseas?”

The surname Lambert carried weight. Everyone knew that.

“How did Renee get involved with the Lambert family?”

“Why is Daniel protecting Renee but ignoring Marcelo? What’s going on?”

The reporters’ murmurs spread. And those who had been considering using Renee as a tool for their stories—especially the one who had nearly caused her to fall—quickly abandoned the idea, fear tightening in their chests.

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