Emily asked, "What are your names?"
By now, the girl was too scared to speak up. St. John’s was one of the best schools in the city, and her father had spent a lot of money to get her admitted. If she got into trouble or was expelled, her father would find out about her relationship with the boy and the mess she had caused.
“We won’t call anyone,” the girl mumbled, her attitude shifting dramatically. “Alright, I apologize. Ladies, I’m sorry. Is that enough? Can we go now?”
“Stop right there.” Emily’s voice was stern.
The girl, annoyed, retorted, “I’ve already apologized. What more do you want? We didn’t call anyone, there was no fight. Even if Mary comes, she can’t do anything to us.”
“Maybe Mary can’t, but the police can.”
Emily turned to the manager. “This girl kicked this mother, who recently gave birth and is now bleeding. The extent of her injuries needs to be assessed at the hospital. Please call the police. Let them handle this.”