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Chapter 6
A tall figure approached, and I felt warm lips press against my cold ones, breathing life back into me. It was like a beam of light piercing through the darkness. My tired eyes slowly cracked open, and in the sunlit water, a familiar face came into view.
"Scarlett!" Someone called my name, their voice cutting through the haze.
I blinked, and the features of the person began to come into focus. With a handsome face and gold-rimmed glasses, even drenched, his elegance remained intact. It was Wesley Harrow, Nolan's arch-nemesis. He was the heir to the Harrow family and a top-tier lawyer. Seeing me awake, he smiled and draped his clean suit jacket over my shoulders. It turned out, he had saved me.
"Don't touch her, she's my girlfriend," Nolan snapped, grabbing Wesley by the collar, his teeth gritted.
I couldn't understand it. He had left me to drown but wouldn't allow any other man near me.
"Girlfriend, huh? You left her to die, and now you're talking nonsense?" Wesley shot back.
Neither man was willing to back down, and soon they were scuffling. Amanda and the others had to pull them apart.
"It was Scarlett who deliberately pushed me into the water!" Aria accused, her voice dripping with fake innocence.
"You're uneducated, lowly, and malicious. I don't know what Nolan sees in you!" Amanda hurled insults at me without even trying to verify the truth. If not for Wesley stepping in, she would have torn into me right then and there.
Nolan, with a grim expression, turned to me. "Scarlett, it's one thing to be jealous of Aria, but this time you went too far. Apologize to her."
My voice was hoarse as I asked, "You believe her?"
"Aria wouldn't lie," Nolan said coldly, his eyes as sharp as ice.
So, in his eyes, I was the habitual liar? I could feel the eyes of the crowd on me, whispers floating through the air.
"Please, Ms. Birch is a respected figure, she wouldn't wrongfully accuse you, would she?"
"A nanny's daughter trying to climb the social ladder, who knows what dirty tricks she's capable of. Kick her out."
"Yeah, kick her out!" The voices grew louder, the faces around me twisted into something grotesque and terrifying.
Then, a small, innocent voice cut through the chaos.
"Daddy, the teacher told us that lying is wrong. Aunt Aria fell in while fighting with Mommy."
A child's voice, pure and untainted. A 4-year-old might not always understand everything, but they wouldn't lie. Aria's face faltered, and the crowd's murmurs shifted to confusion.
I turned to look at Nolan. His face was unreadable. Finally, he spoke.
"Fighting is also wrong."
Of course, he would still side with Aria. I didn't have the energy for any more pointless explanations. Aiden was right. People shouldn't lie, and it was time someone taught Aria a lesson.