"M-my... what do I think..." Ms. Armstrong's eyes darted around, her earlier arrogance and aggression completely gone.
"What I think is... you have to pay up! My husband fell in your house. He broke his arm, knocked out his front teeth, and now he's stuck in the hospital, unable to move! You have to compensate me for his medical bills and emotional distress, down to the very last cent!"
Felix Preston pushed up his glasses, which had slid down his nose. For once, the usually mild-mannered man had little patience left.
"Let's not repeat the same nonsense. The police have already explained your legal options. You can either hire a lawyer to speak with me or file a lawsuit directly with the court. The choice is yours."
"Wh-what do you mean, 'the choice is mine'?" Ms. Armstrong stared, trying to look intimidating, but she didn't dare meet Felix Preston's eyes. "Let's get one thing straight—I'm the victim here!"
"..." Felix Preston couldn't be bothered to argue with her.
