The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 272

Before she could finish, the heavy doors of the exhibition center burst open amid a chaotic uproar.

"Inspired by a doctor? How dare you stand up there and spew that garbage!"

"Claire Jenner, what right do you have to host a press conference?"

"Murderer! You're married to a murderer!"

Several shrill, piercing voices tore through the room as a group of people violently shoved past the security guards.

Claire immediately recognized one of them—it was a relative of the infant from the ICU. Frowning deeply, she rushed down from the runway.

Smelling a massive scandal, the reporters instantly swiveled their cameras, flashing their lights at the intruders.

"Claire Jenner, your husband Miles Zimmerman killed my eight-month-old niece!"

"She was just a baby, and Miles killed her! Look at her, get your cameras on her! She's the wife of a murderer!"

The press erupted into a frenzy. The male models lined up backstage exchanged confused, panicked glances, completely unsure of what was happening.

Claire's chest seized, her blood running ice-cold.

That tiny eight-month-old girl... died?

But Miles had just saved her life three days ago...

Julian sprinted over, shouting at the security team. "Throw these lunatics out!"

"We are a fashion house! Medical disputes have absolutely nothing to do with us!"

The relatives grew even more rabid. "Nothing to do with you? Miles Zimmerman is your husband, isn't he?!"

"You were at the hospital that night! How can you say it has nothing to do with you? Let me tell you, neither you nor Miles are going to get away with this. You're both going to rot!"

"That corrupt doctor has already been suspended pending investigation. He's going to rot in a cell!"

All the color drained from Claire's face, her ears ringing violently. She stood frozen by the runway as the barrage of camera flashes blurred into a blinding sea of white.

"Claire!" Betty Wade rushed over, shielding her with her body. "Don't engage with them, we're calling the police!"

"Julian," Claire ordered, forcing every ounce of composure into her voice. "Take over the rest of the press conference. Handle the runway show and the press interviews."

"Claire, where are you going? Are you going to the hospital? You can't leave!"

Every drop of blood in Claire's body rushed to her head.

She didn't care about anything else.

She threw herself forward, ramming her shoulder into the man's arm as she planted herself firmly in front of Miles.

*Smack!*

The slap landed squarely and violently across her face.

It was heavier than she could have ever imagined. Her head snapped to the side, ears ringing, a metallic taste flooding her mouth.

The chaotic emergency hall instantly fell dead silent.

Claire's fingers trembled, but her voice was icy and unshakable.

"I took that hit for my husband."

She glared at the man, then swept her gaze over the furious crowd, her words dropping like shards of ice.

"If you ever dare to lay a hand on him again, I promise you—if you want to play with your lives, try me. I have absolutely nothing to lose!"