“Mrs. Anderson is here.”
“Why did she come here?”
“Mrs. Anderson.”
The reporters were getting more excited at her dramatic entrance, it reminded them of the same way she appeared at the press conference for ‘Wedding Catastrophe’ to show them that there were two Ivy Hales. It turns out, she was the real one after all. And now, it seems she appeared for what exactly, they were not sure if her statement will help prove that she is not the culprit.
Ivy walked forward in her black dress, her heels collided with every step, sending a creepy feeling to the one seated in a wheelchair at the opposite direction. This time there was no smile plastered on her face; instead, it was filled with an emotionless gaze peering at all the individuals that were blemishing her hard-earned reputation. She stopped in front of the crowd of reporters without saying anything.
Isabelle manager’s face was tinted red with anger, such audacity to show up at the press conference that wasn’t organized by her! The only thing stopping him from confronting her was the frenzied reporters.
“Mrs. Anderson, what is your reason for coming here?”
The reporters were getting impatient; she just appeared and stood with lips curled, won’t she say something? Slowly, they noticed she wasn’t just smirking, she was giving Isabelle an intense look.
“Mrs. Anderson, are you here to refute?”
“Mrs. Anderson, speak!”
“Mrs. Anderson, did you come to admit to your wrongdoing?”
Ivy had to release a snort in response to that question, is she stupid, or is it that the she had gone insane?
She averted her eyes away from Isabelle and placed it on the reporter.
The woman’s heart slightly thudded, then she remembered this was the same Ivy Hale of three years ago, the same that always smiled to the flashing cameras. That thought crashed in her head when she noticed her eyes were saying something else.
“Really.” Ivy walked up to her and added with a calm voice. “So this is how the media behaves now, huh.”
“What are you trying to say, Ivy?” The woman removed the ‘Mrs.’ and the ‘Anderson’ from her name. Of course, she did it because she had no respect for a criminal.
“You conclude without real evidence; in fact, you even make the crime sound like an attempted murder.” Then she mimicked. “Why did you try to claim her life; she almost lost her life. Oh, please.” Ivy was taking out her anger in a nonchalant way.
“But the evidence pointed at you! How can you possibly deny that!” Someone interrupted, and Ivy had to give her a profound look. “Sit down there and keep shut; it’s my turn to talk.” Isabelle’s blood seethed at Ivy’s response. Was she trying to humiliate her? No way, she has no evidence; she is only bluffing….” Even when her thought told her so, her mind was contradicting the thought. Ivy seemed ready to say something; she only hoped it was not what the silent voice in her head was trying to tell her.
Ivy then turned to face the reporters; her eyes scanned the whole place as if she was in search of someone. Meanwhile, Ethan was hiding amidst the crowd, tilting his head downwards to avoid being seen.
“Mrs. Anderson, are you here to explain yourself? If so, can you begin?” Another reporter said, desperate to hear from the other party.
“Why are the media in a rush, don’t be. Because I have a lot for you.” Ivy’s face was changing like a chameleon; no one could read her thoughts at the moment, but one thing was certain, she was damn ready to counter Isabelle’s claims…
“Then start presenting them.” They fired back.
Ivy chuckled. Since they were easy to manipulate, she too can play with her fingers to tease them.
She looked at Isabelle one more time; there was no remorse, not that she cared. “Now that I have everyone’s attention, can we begin?”
Every reporter straightened themselves for what she was about to say.
“Firstly, I am innocent.”
“Where is the evidence to prove that?” Someone among the crowd of reporters opposed.
Ivy frowned; that voice sounded familiar, it seems like someone she knew, but she brushed it off. “As for the evidence, it will arrive soon; just hear me out. And don’t interrupt me until I’m done because I didn’t interrupt the annoying gossips.”
The reporters were stunned by her authoritative tone. Is this the same Ivy Hale they once knew? They even observed her hairstyle to confirm if she was really the Ivy Hale of three years ago. It was confirmed, her long hair touching her back was a proof; the other replica had shoulder-length hair dyed in black.
“From the start, she had always been hostile to me, and I don’t care why.” She paused then continued. “At the hotel hallway, she hurt my manager, and my personal assistant had to get this woman to release her.”
“That’s a li….”
“Shhh….” Ivy shushed her. “You have been speaking before I came, so let me speak.”
Isabelle sat back fidgeting; things were not going well at all…..
“As I was saying, my personal assistant had to slap her to make her let go of my manager’s hair. Then all of a sudden, she spread the news of her assault, claiming I sent thugs to attack her. Why didn’t she take legal actions from the start because she knew she was the culprit. She faked her attack.”
The reporters puffed at Ivy’s claim. Why would a normal human being hurt herself to destroy someone; was Isabelle that stupid?
She isn’t a masochist…
“That’s void!” The same individual from the crowd yelled. Now Ivy was certain the voice sounded familiar, but still couldn’t uproot the memory of where she knows the particular person.
“Be patient, I have evidence to back all my claims,” she said, hinting to Isabelle that she should get ready to be humiliated. “Isabelle asked for an apology, and I refused; then she faked another attack; this time she made it more serious.”
“THAT IS A LIE, I DIDN’T FAKE MY OWN ATTACK!” Isabelle yelled at the top of her voice. It affected her head slightly as she placed her hand on her bandage. The reporters pitied her again and were ready to latch onto Ivy for bullying the innocent girl. Isabelle was just a twenty-year-old actress who wanted to make a living through acting, and Ivy Hale, precisely known as Mrs. Anderson, who had heaven and earth, tons of money, wants to ruin her career….
Typical of the changed Ivy, she hates solving problems with harsh words, just like she did with Kate; she was ready to deal with the immature young adult so she could receive scolding from the public as if she was a child….
The sound of the door busting open was heard. The reporters had to turn for the second time to the direction of the door.