"Anya, are you okay? What happened?" Diana asked, worried.
Previously, she was too panicked when she saw Della's blood pooling on the floor, forgetting about her daughter who looked so shocked that she froze in place.
"I..." Anya looked at her hands in panic. Then, her gaze fell on the blood that was splattered on the floor. "I didn't mean to... I don't know… I'm really sorry!"
Her voice was shaken as she turned around. Then she ran toward her room and locked the door.
"Auntie, go. I am fine!" Della tried to endure the pain she felt. Currently, Anya's situation was more worrying. She didn't want Anya to blame herself and do something she might regret later.
She had come to this house today to comfort and accompany Anya.
But no one expected this to happen. Della did not think that her arrival would make the situation worse.
There was no way Anya intentionally pushed her off the stairs. There was no way Anya wanted to hurt her.
