If Mabel Quinn hadn’t held her back, Alice Conley would have rushed up and slapped Grace Yowell twice in anger. She’d seen hypocritical people before, but never someone as hypocritical as this!
"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have suggested getting coffee, and I wouldn’t have gone to the restroom!" Alice Conley reproached herself.
Mabel Quinn said, "This has nothing to do with you. It’s my fault for not being on guard. I didn’t expect she would put on such a show in front of everyone, even at the cost of self-harm."
Moreover, Grace Yowell clearly came prepared. It wasn’t a chance meeting, so even if they had avoided it this time, there would be a next time.
At the moment, inside the police station, everything seemed relatively calm, but outside, a lot of reporters had already gathered. After all, Grace Yowell was quite a popular celebrity, and such an incident would naturally attract attention.
While giving her statement, Mabel Quinn simply recounted the facts: Grace Yowell had grabbed her hand and then suddenly let go, leading Grace’s arm to hit the two cups of coffee.
The officer taking the statement looked at Mabel Quinn oddly, "I suggest you come clean and seek Miss Yowell’s forgiveness. This way, there might be a chance to settle. You need to know that with the current situation, Miss Yowell could file a lawsuit against you for intentional injury."
Mabel Quinn understood that the officer in front of her also wanted to avoid making a big deal out of it, to de-escalate the situation. But she didn’t want to do that.
"No need. Regarding the record, I’m just explaining what happened from my perspective. I’m not planning to change anything," Mabel Quinn said.
The officer, upon hearing this, said somewhat displeased, "I’ve seen a lot of stubborn people like you. In the end, they all regret it when they have to go to court."
Just then, someone hurriedly entered the police station. Grace Yowell immediately burst into tears and threw herself into the newcomer’s arms, "Daniel..." Her appearance was perfectly pitiable, adding a bit more vulnerability to her demeanor, evoking sympathy.
Daniel Harris glanced at the white bandage on Grace Yowell’s arm, "How’s your arm?"
Grace Yowell bit her red lips lightly, "It hurts quite a bit. I’m not sure if it will scar. The doctor said they still need to see how the recovery progresses.
"How did you get burned by coffee?" Daniel Harris asked.
"I saw Mabel at the coffee shop and just wanted to say hello. I’m not sure if it was something I said that upset her, but she pushed my arm, which knocked over the coffee on the table," Grace Yowell said. Although she didn’t openly accuse Mabel Quinn, her words were clearly insinuating that Mabel had intentionally harmed her.
Daniel Harris was taken aback, "Mabel?" Clearly, he had just learned that Mabel Quinn was involved in the matter.
At this moment, Mabel Quinn just happened to come out from the statement room with the officer, and when she looked up, she met Daniel Harris’s gaze.
"Mabel, you’re done with your statement?" Alice Conley, who was sitting on a chair outside, immediately got up and approached her friend as soon as she came out.
"Yes." Mabel Quinn withdrew her gaze, nodded, and said, "Let’s go back."
But Grace Yowell suddenly spoke up, "Mabel, don’t you at least think you should apologize to me?"
Mabel Quinn turned her head to Grace Yowell, "You and I both know the truth of the matter. There’s no need for me to apologize to you."
Grace Yowell put on an extremely aggrieved expression, her eyes brimming with tears, "You scalded my arm. The store has surveillance video to prove it. Are you saying I’m falsely accusing you?"