Naomi Norwood already hated Laura Lowell to the bone. Now, faced with Laura's cold, sarcastic ridicule, she felt a fire raging in her chest. Without a second thought, she shoved Laura.
Reacting on instinct, Laura Lowell subconsciously raised a hand to block Naomi Norwood's arm...
The next second, a bloodcurdling scream echoed, followed by the sound of someone tumbling down the stairs.
"Naomi, are you okay?"
Caleb Cross shoved Laura Lowell aside and ran anxiously down the stairs.
Laura Lowell stood there, stunned. 'My hand just brushed against her clothes,' she thought. 'I didn't use any force at all.'
'To frame me, that woman actually staged her own fall down the stairs. She's really willing to do whatever it takes.'
Caleb Cross picked up the injured Naomi Norwood, his eyes filled with distress. "You'll be okay. I'll treat your wounds right away."
There were scrapes on Naomi Norwood's face and arms, and a trickle of blood ran down from her forehead along the side of her face.
