Chapter 235: Approaching the Truth

Some reporters were asking questions without any restraint, making Gattochi's hair stand on end. How could they ask such outrageous questions? Didn’t they fear being cursed for slandering others so baselessly? Gattochi really wanted to set these buzzing, noisy people on fire. His hand, which was holding the stretcher, immediately formed a fist. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he felt a soft, warm touch on the back of his hand. It was Falcona, lightly tapping him to calm him down. She, who was the one deeply entangled in this public controversy, was trying to soothe him. Society always imposed greater malice on women, even when they were not at fault. Even in such a situation, Falcona could endure it. So why couldn’t he? The crowd grew larger, making it harder for the stretcher to move. The throng of people was like waves, almost toppling the stretcher. Gattochi bit his tongue to suppress the urge to retaliate and kill. Holding the stretcher, he looked at the crowd with a