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

sorry, but there are too many rumors online. Most of them are untrue," I replied, keeping my tone neutral. Something about her seemed off.

But once one reporter broke the protocol, others quickly followed suit, throwing out unapproved questions.

"Was Leonard's only girlfriend in college really you? Or you're just the one everyone knew. about?"

"Mrs. Harmon, does it not bother you that Leonard had so many girlfriends before?"

"After what happened with his ex kidnapping you, don't you resent him? Why would you still want to have his child?"

"Leonard, do you really love your wife, or is this all just for show?"

The atmosphere shifted. Some of these reporters were clearly there to stir up drama, but I suspected others were asking pointed questions for a reason.

I couldn't help but wonder if Luca was behind this, given how much friction there had been

between them lately.

Sensing the tension, Leonard quickly shifted gears. He knew we needed to keep up appearances of a loving couple, and his face hardened.

"Which media company are you from?" he barked. "You clearly don't know how to ask. questions.

"If anyone wants to investigate me and Eva, go ahead. She's pregnant, and if you've got any more questions, take them up with me."

His words diverted attention toward himself, but just as things began to settle down, Leonard's expression changed.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and I saw the name flash on the screen-just one word: Amelia."

I tugged lightly on his sleeve, trying to discreetly remind him of where we were. He ignored me, silencing the call. But the phone rang again, and then WhatsApp messages started pouring

1. in.

"Leonard, I have a fever. I'm feeling so sick, I think I might be dying."

I felt my grip on his sleeve slacken as Leonard's gaze shifted from the phone to the door. Without thinking, he stood up and began to leave.

"Leonard" I reached for his coat, pulling him back just before he could rush out.

"Do

you even realize what you're doing?" I whispered urgently, my eyes flicking toward the sea of reporters.

"Amy is having a fever. She wasn't feeling well yesterday, and I need to go check on her!" he whispered back, trying to lower his voice, but I knew the front-row reporters could hear him. "Leonard, you've lost your mind."

I practically hissed the words, still clinging to his coat, trying to pull him back to reality.

"No, you're the one who's lost it," he spat, yanking his arm away from me with force. "I'm not going to let you make me ignore her when she might be dying."This is from .

With that, he shoved me hard. Already feeling weak, I couldn't keep my balance. I toppled backward, hitting the ground with a thud.

I watched in disbelief as Leonard stormed out of the press conference, not even sparing a glance in my direction.

A strange numbness spread through me. I didn't feel the impact of the fall. It was like my body was detached from the situation, unable to register any pain. Then I heard a sharp gasp from the front row.

"Blood! Mrs. Harmon is bleeding!" a young repor