Everyone knew that Fabian Morton was one of Havenport's most prominent academic figures. When he put his reputation on the line, people believed him.
Even the reporters exchanged uncertain glances.
"Why would Professor Morton go this far to protect a female student?"
"According to our research, this Doris Fox doesn't have any particularly impressive credentials. Surely he wouldn't risk his entire reputation over a student's fraud?"
Whispers rippled through the crowd. There had to be some misunderstanding.
"Professional reputation?" I laughed, my voice carrying clearly to the stage. "Is Professor Morton's professional reputation built on enabling plagiarism? Or perhaps on gifting his wife's research to his mistress?"
Fabian's expression darkened instantly.
"Sara, stop this. We can talk about it at home."
He walked over and grabbed my wrist, but his voice dropped to a furious hiss near my ear.
"Did you arrange for these reporters?"
"You'd better send them away."
The threat in his tone was almost laughable.
I met his eyes and coldly shook off his grip.
"Home? Fabian, do you really think we still have a home?"
"And why should I do anything you say?"