Daddy, Chasing Mommy Back is On Us!

"The press conference has officially commenced. You may all ask any questions you want, but you need to raise your hand and speak in order. We're all civilized people, so I think everyone here understands this concept." The host was extremely blunt in his speech.

The reporters looked at each other. Shouldn't it be Selena Yard who first explains and elaborates the matter before taking questions from the reporters? Yet, she's not planning to say anything or justify herself?

Selena was naturally no fool. She knew that these people would know her trump card once she explained things, and when that happened, no explanation would matter since they'd only believe whatever they wanted to believe. Therefore, she couldn't reveal her trump card yet.

"Alright, then. My question to you is this, Selena Yard. You've always had a grudge against Megan Yard, and rumor has it that you even declared that she stole your childhood sweetheart who was your fiancé then. Is this true?" a reporter questioned, being the first to have gathered his wits around him.

"It's true. For specific details, you can refer to the news reports back then, so I won't bother rehashing everything here," Selena answered with all the calmness in the world.

it was

this, Selena merely smiled.

reporters caught her out, and they all asked this same question in succession until a reporter changed the wording and asked,

responses, Selena

She said yes? So, this press conference is intended as an apology and not for whitewashing? Everyone

have been your ex-fiancé who betrayed you and seduced her in the first place. She'd indeed crossed moral boundaries in doing so, but her crime isn't so grave that she has to pay with her life. Yet, you want to kill her? No matter what, she's your sister!" "Does anyone who offends you a tiny bit deserves to die just because you're powerful?" a reporter

you all be asking me why I hate her so much that I want to kill her?" Selena sneered. "Yet, you're all condemning me from the perspective of the

vacillating from red to white. We're all

hand, a reporter stood up and asked, "Can you please tell us why you hate