"I didn't do it!" Juliet Stewart's expression was extremely panicked, "Someone pushed me, that's why I bumped into her!"
The surroundings were noisy and chaotic, with pedestrians coming and going. How could anyone tell who pushed Juliet Stewart?
"I really didn't do it on purpose!" She loudly defended herself once more.
Nearby passersby glanced over, some assessing, some gossiping.
Fiona Lake didn't believe Juliet Stewart's words, coldly tossed out a sentence: "Take care of yourself!"
After speaking, she quickly walked over to Jane McCain, helped her up, and then bent down to pick up the items scattered on the ground.
"Are you okay?" Fiona Lake asked Jane McCain.
Jane McCain shook her head, opened her palm, revealing abrasions. Wearing thick winter clothes, the fall didn't injure her, just scraped her palm.
... But what if she had been hit by the vehicle?
She stared at the wounds on her hand in a daze, recalling the electric tricycle from earlier.
