"If you didn't hit her, then who did?" Mrs. Lewis yelled, eyes wide with anger. "How could Peyton end up hurt like this? Don't tell me… it was that little witch Aurora?!" She glared. "Alexander, you're getting more and more out of control. How could you let something like this happen? You're a grown man—how could you not…"
"Auntie, it's not like that…" Peyton, embarrassed by Mrs. Lewis's passionate defense, quickly interrupted in a soft voice.
"Then what is going on?"
"I… I…" Peyton looked down, unable to keep lying but too scared to tell the truth.
Alexander let out a cold laugh and pulled out his phone. "There's a video on here. Take a look for yourself!"
"No… Alexander, please don't!"
Peyton flinched in fear. If Mrs. Lewis found out what she was really like, she probably wouldn't forgive her either.
