A few journalists exchanged glances, then scrambled to point their recorders at Ivy Willis.
"Ivy Willis, is this all a self-directed drama that you're trying to hype yourself with?"
"Are you trying to frame Kyle Hughes because he rejected you and now you want to promote yourself?"
"Did you know Kyle Hughes is married when you were entangling with him? Are you aware that your actions are destroying a family and are extremely immoral and shameless?"
Each and every accusatory question left Ivy Willis pale-faced, standing there embarrassingly wrapped in only a thin blanket, shaking her head desperately.
"No, it's not like that; they're conspiring to frame me!"
"I have records of you calling me frequently, and there's CCTV footage of you coming to my hotel room multiple times at night. Ivy Willis, you're young, and I don't want this to blow up, but if you don't let it go, I won't let myself be wronged like this," Kyle Hughes said firmly.
