"Tristan, I'm Your Aunt!"
A loud slap resounded, landing solidly on the assistant's body. The assistant stumbled, awkwardly falling to the ground. A trace of blood appeared at the corner of the assistant's mouth, and the cheek visibly swelled up.
"Now you're pretending to be innocent! What were you doing earlier?" Naomi glanced at Cynthia, then snorted and looked down at the fallen assistant from a condescending angle. "If you make a mistake, you have to admit it! What's the matter with hiding behind me like a turtle? Do you expect me to compensate for your mistakes?!"
"Look at me, apologize with sincerity. You seem proud of yourself. I slap you, and you don't even complain. I generously give you a way out, but you still want to maintain your dignity. You deserve whatever you get!"
Although Naomi's words seemed to be scolding the assistant for not apologizing, if one carefully analyzed her words and actions, it was evident that she was using this as an excuse to speak to Cynthia.