"It's not your place to be shouting at my girlfriend."
Aiden Shaw's casual gaze suddenly sharpened, and his powerful aura became inexplicably oppressive.
Caleb Cross pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, trying to calm himself. "I saw her push Naomi Norwood down the stairs with my own eyes. No matter how she tries to argue, that's an indisputable fact. She has to apologize to Naomi."
"I really didn't push her. My hand just brushed against her clothes; I didn't use any force."
"And you think I'd believe that?"
"What you see isn't always the truth. Believe it or not, that's up to you. In any case, I didn't push her."
Laura Lowell didn't blame Caleb Cross. After all, her hand had indeed touched Naomi Norwood. In such a chaotic scene, no one would have noticed the details.
Hearing Aiden Shaw's voice, Naomi Norwood emerged from the hospital room with her IV drip in tow. "Aiden, you're here."
