Marriage with my daughter's father: Darling please be gentle - Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Prove it

The next morning, Sean frantically tried to reach his boss, but no matter how many times he called, Kalix didn’t answer.

It had come as a complete shock to everyone when Kingstone had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, accusing Winter of bribing him to fabricate the evidence in front of the media.

Since then, they’d been desperately trying to get in touch with both Kalix and Winter, but neither of them had answered their phones.

“Where the hell did they go?” Sean muttered to himself, barely holding it together. Panic and frustration mixed in his chest as he stared at the unresponsive screen. He couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything crashing down on him. This situation was spiraling out of control.

Just when Sean thought things couldn’t get any worse, the phone in his hand buzzed. His heart leaped, and he quickly answered, praying it was Kalix. To his relief, it was.

“Boss, Kingstone he-” Sean tried to speak, but the words Kalix said left him stunned.

***

Meanwhile, inside the Flute Auditorium, Kingstone stood before a crowded room of journalists, cameras flashing relentlessly as he held a live press conference. His expression was solemn, almost too regretful, as he accepted the video and photos of him and Winter that had been circulating on the internet.

“I understand the gravity of the situation,” Kingstone began, his voice steady but laced with a hint of remorse. “These images, these accusations—they’re all part of a scheme, an attempt to destroy my reputation and the truth. But let me set the record straight.”

He paused, glancing around at the reporters, ensuring every eye was on him.

“Winter had bribed me, attempting to manipulate the evidence in her favor. I have nothing to hide, and I’m here to expose the truth, no matter the cost. I won’t be silenced by anyone, especially not by the lies surrounding her actions.”

He straightened, almost daring anyone to challenge him. The room grew tense as the reporters hunched over their notepads, scribbling furiously. Kingstone knew exactly how to play this game. His words would be the fuel for a firestorm of media coverage, and he was more than ready to watch it burn.

Behind the regretful tears, Kingstone had carefully crafted a plan, hoping to slip away from the growing media storm unscathed. He thought he had everything under control, but little did he know, his carefully laid intentions were about to unravel in the most dramatic way.

The door of the auditorium suddenly flung open, and the room went quiet. All eyes turned as Kalix Andreas strode into the space, his commanding presence drawing immediate attention. The crowd parted instinctively, and those who recognized him whispered urgently, their gazes fixed on the formidable figure making his way through the throng of reporters and cameras.

But it wasn’t just Kalix Andreas who entered. Walking beside him, with quiet confidence and a look of determination in her eyes, was none other than Winter—his Winter, the very woman Kingstone had accused of bribing him.

Kingstone’s face drained of color, his body going rigid with fear as the realization hit him. Kalix’s mere presence caused a ripple of unease that spread across the room like wildfire. His hands clenched at his sides, but it was his eyes—the nervous flutter of his gaze—that gave away his panic.

Kalix’s gaze swept over the room, cold and unyielding, before landing on Kingstone. The air seemed to grow heavier, and the room fell into an anticipatory silence.

A reporter, sensing an opportunity for a headline, seized the moment, her voice cutting through the tension. “Mr. Kalix, what is your purpose behind invading Mr. Kingstone’s interview? Are you here to accept your fault and apologize to the public, to the families whose loved ones suffered during the collapse?”

The question was sharp, probing—an attempt to corner Kalix and put him on the defensive. The reporters were hungry for the next big scoop, and Kalix’s sudden arrival, alongside Winter, was a goldmine. His rare appearances in the public eye were newsworthy in themselves, let alone his sudden, unexpected presence at this press conference.

Kalix, however, remained unfazed. He stood tall, the weight of his aura silencing the room. His gaze flickered to Winter briefly, a quiet understanding passing between them. Then, without missing a beat, he addressed the reporter’s question.

“You’ve been misled,” Kalix’s voice was deep, measured, but carried an edge that made everyone in the room lean in. “What you’re hearing isn’t the truth. Kingstone’s actions have caused more harm than you realize. It’s time to set the record straight.”

The reporters exchanged glances, eager to hear what would come next. Kalix rarely appeared in such public settings, and this unexpected confrontation was about to turn everything on its head.

“What are you trying to say, Mr. Kalix? What does this explain?” another reporter pressed, her voice laced with skepticism.

Kalix’s eyes locked onto Kingstone with a chilling intensity, and the air in the room grew thick with tension. Kingstone, feeling the full weight of Kalix’s scrutiny, instinctively took a small step back. A cold shiver ran down his spine, his heart pounding as the powerful gaze held him captive. He felt as though the world had narrowed down to that one piercing look, and in that moment, he knew his control was slipping.

But Kalix wasn’t done.

With a swift, deliberate motion, Kalix reached out, his hand finding Winter’s, intertwining their fingers in a gesture that sent ripples through the room. The reporters’ cameras clicked frantically, capturing the unexpected display of unity and strength. Kalix’s next words hung in the air like a declaration of war.

“My wife has been falsely accused by Mr. Kingstone,” he announced, his voice unwavering and firm, “and I would suggest a proper investigation into this matter.”

The room fell into stunned silence. The reporters’ pens froze, and their cameras paused as if time itself had stopped. The declaration hung in the air, thick with implications. Winter, the woman at the center of the controversy, was now publicly acknowledged by Kalix—his wife.

It was a bombshell. The accusation that had been swirling around her, the insinuation that she had bribed Kingstone, now seemed to crumble under the weight of Kalix’s words. His stance was unyielding, his declaration not just an attempt to defend Winter, but to challenge the very foundation of the accusations.

Kingstone’s face paled further, his mind racing. The tables had turned in an instant. The press conference, which he had hoped would bolster his narrative, had now become a battleground, with Kalix Andreas standing resolutely on the other side.

“Mr. Kalix,” one reporter finally stammered, their voice laced with uncertainty, “Is it true that the lady next to you is your wife? But the reports have always listed you as a bachelor—”

“Yes,” Kalix interrupted smoothly, not a hint of hesitation in his voice. “Winter is my wife, and as her husband, I fully believe her.”

There was no uncertainty in Kalix’s words. He knew exactly what he was stepping into by exposing Winter to the public eye, but this was the only way to stop the damaging claims and clear her name. The weight of his statement was undeniable. The press room went silent for a brief moment, everyone absorbing the implications of his words. Kalix had just made a bold, public declaration—there was no turning back now.

Winter stood beside him, quiet but resolute, her presence strong even without words. Her calm demeanor next to Kalix was a testament to her confidence in him and the bond they shared. It was as if, by standing there with him, she was silently telling the world that she had nothing to hide.

The dynamics in the room shifted. The balance of power had completely swung in Kalix’s favor. Kingstone, still standing at the front of the room, felt the air grow heavier, the very foundation of his accusations beginning to crack under the weight of Kalix’s unflinching resolve. His entire narrative was crumbling, and he could sense that the reporters, once eager to latch onto his claims, were now questioning the truth.

Kalix continued, his voice commanding, “And regarding Mr. Kingstone’s claims, I would suggest he let the police handle the situation. Instead of hiding behind false accusations, I’d recommend he cooperate fully with them.”

The words landed like a punch. Kingstone’s face twisted with anger, his composure fracturing as he lashed out. “I’m not lying! She bribed me!” he screamed, his voice cracking with desperation. He refused to let go of his narrative, still pointing the finger at Winter despite Kalix’s calm assertion of the truth.

Kalix’s gaze never wavered as he addressed the now-rattled Kingstone. “Then prove it,” he challenged, his voice unwavering. “How, when, and where? If she bribed you, tell us. What was in that envelope? And if she gave you money, how do you explain the anonymous transfer to your account?”

The reporters held their breath, cameras clicking in rapid succession as the tension reached its peak. Kalix’s questions hung in the air, the weight of each one a direct assault on Kingstone’s credibility. Winter’s false accusations were now the focus of scrutiny, and Kingstone had nowhere to hide.

Kingstone’s face paled, and for the first time, there was a flicker of doubt in his eyes. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words failed him. The pressure was too much. Kalix’s challenge was simple, clear, and left no room for evasion.

“And if you truly believe what you’re saying,” Kalix added, his voice cold and resolute, “then I suggest you provide the proof, or step aside and let the law do its job.”

The press room was now a battlefield, and Kalix Andreas had declared war on Kingstone’s lies.