"Balfour, are you actually insinuating that I deliberately knocked Ms. Lewis down and then played the innocent right in front of you?"
A quick frown creased Balfour's brow before smoothing out again. "I didn't say that, but you know exactly what went down in that restroom. You claim ignorance and you couldn't even hold my gaze. How do you expect me to take your word for it?"
Balfour had always prided himself on knowing Ivy well. If she were truly as forthright as she claimed, she wouldn't appear so weak.
"Ha, so that's your rationale for pinning this on me? Why not consider that Ms. Lewis took a tumble on her own? And let's not forget I'm still hobbling around on crutches!"
Ivy's hands shook ever so slightly. Though she had mastered navigating with crutches, her arms were sore and growing weary. She was nearing her limit.
But Balfour's concern was solely for Victoria, still lying on the floor. How could he notice Ivy's impending fall?
With a self-deprecating thought, Ivy recognized that she would always be an afterthought in the face of Mara.
She had long known this, so why did it still cause her pain?
Without thoroughly investigating, Balfour had already deemed her the culprit behind Mara's injury.
Did the truth even matter anymore? He had already made up his mind.
Then suddenly, Nolan appeared behind Ivy, steadying her arm.
"Ivy, are you alright?"
She turned, offering Nolan a grateful glance. "Thanks for asking, Nolan. I'm managing."
Nolan's eyes were full of concern, though he tried to mask it with a smile. He could see right through her.
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