Araceli POV
On Monday, I took my two kids to the daycare.
I watched the two kids go in before I drove to Creaty's office.
I parked the car in the parking lot and took the elevator upstairs. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw a group of people gathered in the hallway in front of the office.
The crowd surrounded the hallway.
Even the employees of the company next door came out.
Just as I was wondering, a man in his 40s or 50s suddenly rushed toward me in the crowd.
"It's you! You killed my son!"
The middle-aged man suddenly rushed toward me and grabbed me by the collar.
He raised his hand up high and tried to slap me hard in the face.
I frowned slightly and raised my hand, grabbing the middle-aged man's wrist and pressing it against his back. With my other hand, I grabbed his other wrist and pinned him against the wall.
"Who are you?"
My voice was cold, and there was hostility in my eyes.