Sebastian rushed over to help Isabella up, then picked Ethan up in his arms, his face full of disappointment as he looked at me.
“Juliana, apologize to Ethan and Isabella.”
I stared at him in disbelief, then pointed at the spilled hot water on the floor and at Ethan.
“He just tried to throw boiling water at me, and you want me to apologize to him?”
But Sebastian simply glanced down at my leg, his expression indifferent.
“Juliana, you’re just pretending. You could have dodged it easily. You just wanted to bully Ethan.”
I looked at the man standing before me and felt nothing but absurdity.
I always knew he was biased, but I never imagined that even after pushing me down the stairs himself, he would still turn around and blame me.
Suddenly, I felt exhausted—not because of him, but bec
