Obviously, the theme of this program was to criticize me in various ways.

The audience stared at me with mocking eyes—especially Jackson, who wore a faint, smug smile.

I remained calm as I stared intently at the studio door.

As I expected, the next second, Sue Sylvester slowly walked in.

I finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Convincing evidence, you say? I have plenty." I smiled.