NovelEnglishEveryone was chatting and bickering at once when Sylvia noticed Bridget suddenly moving toward her.
Maybe it was just instinct, but Sylvia immediately sensed something was off. She quickly let go of Freya's hand. But she was a second too late. Freya, who a moment ago had been acting all frantic and desperate, actually shoved Sylvia right into Bridget.
A shriek rang out. Bridget tumbled backwards, rolling down the three steps behind her.
She landed awkwardly on the hardwood floor, clutching her stomach and grimacing in pain. "Oh God, my stomach-it hurts so much..." A coworker glared at Sylvia. "Sylvia! Bridget was just trying to make sure you were okay, and you treat her like this?" Another coworker knelt down to help Bridget and gasped at the sight of Bridget's dress. "Oh my God-there's so much blood!" "My baby..." Bridget moaned, her voice barely a whisper.
Sylvia's first instinct was to help-she reached out to steady Bridget, but just then someone barreled past her. She lost her balance, scraping her arm along the wooden edge of the steps. Blood welled up under the torn skin.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Bridget!" Miriam crunning out of nowhere, dropping to her knees and pulling Bridget close.
Bridget's face was slick with sweat, her knuckles white as she clung to her dress, her whole expression twisted in agony.
"Mom, I think someone pushed me," she gasped.
Everyone's eyes darted to Sylvia and the two standing with her.
Freya's face changed. She looked at Sylvia in horror. "Sylvia, since when did you becso cruel? I saw it! You pushed Mrs. Simpson!" Sylvia's brow furrowed, but before she could get a word in, Naomi lost her patience. She swung her purse at Freya. "Freya! What the hell are you talking about?" Freya dodged nimbly, then dropped to her knees, bursting into tears. "Don't hit me! Please, I'm sorry, I won't say anything else! Please just leavealone!" The more she acted the victim, the more it looked like Naomi and Sylvia were the bullies.
With everyone watching, Naomi didn't dare swing her purse again. She was shaking with anger, her face pale. Miriam called out for the driver, who hurried over and lifted Bridget i the back of a waiting SUV.
t Sylvia a look that coael "Sylvia! If anything happens to Bridget or the baby, I swear you'll pay for it!" The car sped off, leaving a cloud of dust behind.
Only then did Sylvia realize what had just happened. She could feel everyone's eyes burning into her. Her breathing was still ragged.
Naomi looked like she was about to faint. Sylvia caught her just in time. "Mom, are you okay?" Naomi shook her head, and just then her phone rang inside her bag.
She answered, only to be met with a booming, furious voice. "Get to the hospital -now! Look at the mess you and your daughter have made!" It was Tristan.
The call ended abruptly, leaving both Sylvia and Naomi feeling sick to their stomachs.
Naomi's lips trembled. She gripped Sylvia's hand, about to say something, when a black town car pulled up in front of them.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA bodyguard stepped out, face unreadable, and opened the back door. "Mrs. Naomi, Mr. Tristan sentto pick you up." He gave Freya a pointed look. The invitation included her, too.
Sylvia knew there was no escaping this. She helped her pale and shaken e mother into the car, and noticed-with no small amount of irritation-that timid little Freya had already hopped in.
The ride was dead silent. Freya stared out the window, calm as could be, as if she hadn't just had a meltdown in front of everyone.
When they finally reached the hospital and walked up to the surgical ward, Sylvia finally understood the meaning bevel Freya's earlier little smirk.
Freya suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Tristan, holding up her hands.
"Tristan, I swear I'm telling the truth! е It was Sylvia who pushed Mrs. M a Simpsonel Saw it with my own eyes!"
She shot Naomi a scared look. "Mrs.
Naomi threatenednot to say anything, but Y could never lie to you!"
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