He looked just as stunned. The ambush had caught him completely off guard. He shot to his feet, his expression thunderous, barking orders at the staff to shut down the interview.
"I don't know anything! I've been framed!"
Doris was crying now, her composure shattered.
Her finger trembled as she pointed at me.
"It's her! Sara Pruitt framed me!"
"She's always had it out for me, wanting to kick me out of the Research Center. She forged evidence just to keep me from graduating!"
All eyes in the room swiveled toward me.
"Miss Pruitt?" The reporter's voice carried a note of skepticism. "From what we understand, you've been Professor Morton's wife for ten years, with countless awards to your name. Why would you forge evidence to frame her?"
"Because of me."
A deep voice cut through the murmurs.
Fabian strode onto the stage, positioning himself protectively behind Doris.
"My wife and I had a disagreement. She's throwing a tantrum and taking it out on innocent people."
"Doris is my student. There's nothing wrong with her thesis. I stake my professional reputation on it."
The room fell deathly silent.