The wine on the table splattered all over the place. She winced and her eyes filled with tears that streamed down her face as she sobbed, "Samantha, I’m sorry! I just wanted you to be nicer to Dad!
My father and Shane rushed over at the sound. He pushed me aside and anxiously examined Clara.
"I didn’t do anything! She was the one …."
"Samantha, shut up! Clara has always been a kindhearted child and you, my own daughter, how could I not know how vicious you are?"
My father cradled Clara in his arms. His eyes that were directed at me were full of impatience.
"Samantha, how could you push Clara? Hurry up, apologize to her!" Shane who had just comforted me a moment ago now glared at me with anger.
I took a deep breath and turned around. All I wanted was to leave, but Shane grabbed my wrist and said, "Samantha, apologize to Clara. I have been indulging in your wish too much and making you this wicked woman.
It felt like a claw was gripping my heart, making it impossible for me to breathe.
"Why should I apologize? I did nothing wrong! Why can’t you trust me, just this once?" I asked.