The police quickly located Dion, but he stubbornly refused to admit any guilt. Instead, he demanded to confront me face to face.
"Alisha, you heartless woman! You're the one who put Sandra in the hospital, and now you have the nerve to accuse me?"
As soon as he entered the room, Dion pointed an accusing finger at me, his voice shaking with fury.
"Why wouldn't I dare? I'm not the one who's guilty," I replied coldly, my gaze unwavering, wishing nothing more than to take revenge for August.
The officers tried to calm him down, but Dion wasn't ready to back off.
"Calm down? How can I calm down? Sandra has been my friend since childhood, and look at what she's become—this is all her fault!"
As he saw that I wasn't intimidated, Dion's anger only grew, his voice rising to a near-screa
