Priscilla’s voice, strained with pain, cut through the air.
Maxton immediately released me, rushing to her side, his voice soft as he checked her wounds.
"Maxton, look! I lost so much hair. You have to make her pay for this," Priscilla sobbed, her eyes shimmering with false tears as she looked to him for support.
He turned back to me, a sneer on his face. With deliberate cruelty, he stepped on my hand, grinding it beneath his shoe.
From above, he glared down at me, his words dripping with disdain. "Look at what you’ve caused, all because of your malice. How much pain has Priscilla suffered? Apologize to her."
I stared at Maxton, my voice sharp and defiant. "She only lost a few strands of hair. Is this how you're going to treat me?"
Priscilla, her eyes red and swollen, glared at me with a fury that stung. "Solana, I know you hate me, but I didn’t expect you to be so cruel. If Maxton hadn’t pulled me away, I would’ve been crushed by the elevator."
Their words stirred a crowd of onlookers and suddenly, the air was thick with accusations. People began pointing fingers, convinced I had intentionally trapped Priscilla in the elevator.