Sophia turned to leave, but the person behind her suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Olivia lifted her hand high, a slap about to land.
Sophia dodged back and immediately raised her own hand to strike back—but just as it was about to hit Olivia's face, it froze in mid-air.
Olivia's heart tightened. She tilted her head slightly; Sophia's hand was only a hair's breadth from her cheek.
"You—"
"I don't ever want to see something like this happen again. I'm not hitting you—not because I pity you, but because I think you're too stupid to be worth the effort. Ethan only needs to say two sentences and you're completely fooled. Honestly, it's just one willing to hit and one willing to take it."
