At home.
Isabella Collins watched the news report about the fan being taken away and angrily smashed the wine glass in her hand on the ground, a sinister look on her face, "Aria Grant! You're so cruel! How could you play the victim? This is clearly not my fan..."
Before she could finish, the doorbell suddenly rang.
"Ding dong...ding dong ding dong."
The doorbell rang more urgently. Although Isabella was a bit impatient, she still went to open the door while adjusting her clothes.
"Who are you...?"
Isabella looked confused at the people at the door and thought for a moment, realizing that she didn't know them.
"We're from the authorities. We came here to discuss the acid attack with you."
"What does the acid attack have to do with me?" Isabella was startled but maintained an expression of ignorance.
