Nevaeh didn't care about the stares or whispers surrounding her.
Strangers always loved to act like heroes when they thought they'd found a "victim." But little did they know, the so-called weak one they pitied was actually the true villain.
As the murmurs in the corridor grew louder, Maria suddenly sat down on the cold floor, clutching her chest dramatically.
"She hurt my daughter, and now she wants to kill me too!" she cried, her voice trembling with false pain.
The crowd's eyes shifted toward Nevaeh, judgmental, disdainful, filled with disgust.
Nevaeh walked closer, her expression cold and unshaken. "Is that so? Should I call the police over and let them decide who's actually causing trouble here?"
Maria froze. Her fake tears stopped instantly, her gaze darting away.
She couldn't lash out now, not with so many eyes on her. Instead, she turned her fury toward Gerardo. "Are you blind? Can't you see your wife is being bullied?"
Gerardo had no choice but to step in.
