"Evelyn, why didn't you help me? You just stood there and watched me get beaten."
That was just how Rachael was—she caused trouble herself and then blamed others for it.
"I didn't, Rachael. My baby was fussing, so I had to move the stroller to calm him down. By the time I looked back, you were already fighting. I was afraid my baby would get scared, so I quickly went to get the security guard," I explained.
"You… but you still shouldn't have just watched me get beaten."
"I didn't, really. My son is here, so I was too scared to step in. I hurried to get help to drive her away. Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital? If you get scars, that wouldn't be good."
Rachael, though still angry, couldn't argue with my logic and hurried off to check her injuries.
Seeing her get a beating lifted my spirits. I took my son for a walk downstairs before heading back up.
After getting home and handing the baby to my mother-in-law, I went upstairs.
I was with Rachael when she fought with the mother. If the mother and her family went to check the surveillance footage, they would find out. I was worried that they might come looking for trouble because of this.