Chapter 7
Mr. Byers didn’t expect me to be so firm and awkwardly said, “It’s my fault. I didn’t teach my daughter well. It’s all my responsibility…”
Mrs. Byers followed, crying.
“Wendy, we know you’ve suffered so much over the years, but you can’t just tear apart someone else’s shelter because you’ve been hurt. Please listen to your mother, take back those words, and come home with us, okay?”
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At this point, I felt like I was on the verge of inciting public anger. A reporter couldn’t hold back anymore and shoved the microphone toward me.
“President Wendy, Mr. Byers and Mrs. Byers have already shared their side of the story with me.”
“Indeed, when you came back, Mr. and Mrs. Byers, feeling guilty, didn’t know how to properly get along with you. But love isn’t something you just say casually. I believe they truly love you.”
sized up this reporter, who seemed to be used as a pawn, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, really? Do you know every detail of our relationship, or did you just believe what they told you?”
“As a reporter, shouldn’t you be presenting facts, not making subjective judgments on right and wrong? Didn’t your teachers teach you to report the truth? Shouldn’t you be here to get the facts instead of morally blackmailing others, thinking you know best?”
The reporter was left speechless, stammering, “You’re right, I haven’t fully understood the situation,
but what happened earlier, I saw it with my own eyes. The people in the audience just spoke a few truths, and now you’re threatening not to do business with them. Isn’t that a rather vicious act?”
I laughed even harder.
“I’m not refusing to do business with them because they said a few harsh words. I’m refusing because they’re as stupid as pigs!”
“They didn’t even question the situation before blindly criticizing me. With that kind of intelligence
and judgment, they’re not fit to collaborate with Duke Corporation!”
*The reporter stuttered for a long time before managing to say, “Y–You’re just making excuses.”
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gave her a glance.
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didn’t get to where I am by just talking. I have logic and evidence for everything. You’ve heard their side for so long–now, shouldn’t you listen to mine?”
I had actually expected the Byers family to come.
Although I hadn’t spent much time with them, I could see very clearly that they were the type of people who only cared about profit.
So, I took the phone from my assistant and connected it to the large screen next to us. I began playing a series of surveillance videos.
As the videos played, I explained to everyone, “This is when I first stepped into the Byers‘ house. Mr. Byers slapped me right away. Why didn’t Mrs. Byers say she was my biological mother at that
moment? Why didn’t she help me?”
The Byers family’s faces turned dark, unable to speak.
I continued playing the next video.
“This is from the day I left the Byers‘ house. Just because of a few words from Sienna, Mr. Byers slapped me to the ground without asking any questions. Why didn’t you say you were my real father
at that moment?”
Next, I played videos showing how I had been treated with indifference and disdain at home.
By the time the videos were finished, I turned to the young reporter beside me.
“So, journalist, after watching these videos, do you still think this abusive father, the indifferent mother, and the instigating brother are good family members?”
“They treated me like this before they knew I was President Wendy. But after they found out who I really am, their attitude changed completely. Now they want to be good parents, good siblings.”
“If you were in my shoes, would you believe they’ve changed? Would you accept them back?”
The reporter seemed speechless, as though someone had choked her. She couldn’t say a word. However, the audience didn’t let this chance to express their opinions slip by, quickly speaking up.
“I don’t believe them. They’re just after your money, trying to take advantage of you. I heard they’re about to go bankrupt.”
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Yeah, don’t acknowledge them. They’re like leeches!”
As the saying goes, a loving mother raises a filial child. They can’t be good parents if they weren’t loving first.”
“President Wendy wasn’t even at home as a child, and now that she’s back, they’re treating her like
this? This is too much!”