The Heart Still Aches

Aaron didn't want to argue with this fool.

Zuri smiled. "It's understandable that Mrs. Lin didn't see clearly. Don't be mad." The last sentence was directed at Aaron.

"What do you mean?"

No one, not even Saira, understood.

Zuri pointed at the maid. "Notice the direction she fell. If I pushed her, she'd fall backward. Look at your precious daughter's fall. She fell forward. How could I push her from the front?"

Dalia was stunned but quickly responded, "Saira, did she push you from behind?"

Saira was startled by her mother's words. She hadn't thought of that but quickly saw it as a chance to pin the blame back on Zuri.

"No, Mom, my sister didn't push me from behind." Her words were punctuated by a gasp of pain, making Dalia's heart ache and her anger towards Zuri grow.

Saira's eyes flickered with triumph.

"Now, how will you argue?"

Zuri rested her chin on one hand, her large eyes blinking as she said slowly, "Oh dear, this is troublesome. Everyone has their own point. But... the injuries from a push from behind and from the front are different. Especially considering where she fell, the person pushing her from behind must have stood on the stairs. The injuries from falling down stairs are different from those on flat ground, easily checked."

"Dear sister, please show us your injured arm and leg."

Saira was internally anxious but saw Zuri's confident demeanor and felt unsure, her eyes flickering when facing Zuri.

"Saira, let mommy take a look." Dalia spoke gently.

"Mom, I really fell by myself, why don't you believe me?" Saira said somewhat angrily.

Aaron wasn't like Mrs. Lin; seeing Saira's change in attitude, he understood what was going on. Seeing Saira's pained, pale face, his displeasure vanished.

"Alright, let's have dinner. Later, have Dr. Hong take a look." Aaron made the final decision.

As for Saira's false accusation, the couple said nothing, not even mentioning punishing her or scolding her.

These were her biological parents; they only saw Saira's injuries, not her grievances.

Zuri watched their departing backs, a cold smile on her lips.

But...

She placed her hand gently on her chest. Why did it still hurt here, so much and so painfully?

She clearly didn't care anymore, so why did it still hurt?

Arianwen looked at the solitary Zuri and sighed softly, speaking gently, "Miss, let's eat. In time, it will get better."

Will it?

No, as long as Saira was there, it never would.

Zuri looked at the maid she had pushed down and said, "Give me your account number or your payment code."

The maid didn't understand her intention but obediently showed her the payment code on her phone.

After Zuri transferred the money, she said nothing and left directly.

After she left, the maid exclaimed in surprise, her face full of joy.

A nearby maid peeked and looked envious.

Earlier, everyone thought she was unlucky, suffering a disaster without reason and thinking Miss Zuri was too domineering. But seeing the two thousand yuan transfer, everyone wished they had been the one pushed.

"Alright, stop standing around, get back to work," Arianwen said.

She had been thinking of speaking up for Miss Zuri, but it seemed unnecessary now. Miss Zuri was clear-minded, more thoughtful than she was.

To these young girls, an apology wasn't as sincere as real money, and it was more appreciated.

At the dining table, Saira occasionally glanced at Zuri, hoping to see her angry or upset, but found nothing.

How resilient!

"Zuri, next week you and Saira will enroll at Windsor School together. If you have any questions, you can ask Saira." Then he turned to Saira, "Take care of your sister at school."

"Sure, Dad," Saira answered sweetly.

Zuri responded indifferently, "Mm."