The assistant instinctively looked in Alisa Shelby's direction, her eyes filled with the utmost desire, hoping that Alisa Shelby would step up to protect her, just like she did earlier, standing up for her.
But her wish eventually fell through. Alisa Shelby was staring straight ahead, ignoring her plea.
The assistant covered her head: "I didn't mean to push her or hit her. It was all because she dirtied the clothes first! I just lost control of my emotions for a moment. Yes... I just lost control of my emotions!"
"Lost control of your emotions?" Maya Monroe snorted coldly: "You think you can dismiss bullying so lightly? If I were to hit you next, would it also be 'lost control of emotions'?"
"Look at how badly her arm's injured! Is a person's wellbeing less important than a piece of clothing?!"
Ivy's arm injury had already been bandaged, with thick layers of bandages wrapped around, looking seriously hurt.
