Mrs. Miller slammed her teacup onto the table, standing up with a cold, menacing glare as she walked slowly toward Ella.
She stopped in front of her, her tone overbearing. "Miss Davis, are you implying I'm blind, that I failed to see what really happened? I saw everything quite clearly. If it weren't for you, Hannah wouldn't be frightened! I'll find someone to investigate exactly how you mistreated her!"
Ella, furious but with a mocking smile, raised an eyebrow, meeting the older woman's gaze without a hint of fear.
"How amusing, Mrs. Miller. So, because she cried, you assume I bullied her? Why don't you consider that she might be deliberately smearing my reputation, trying to embarrass me? By all means, find your evidence. In fact, why don't you press charges for abuse? I'll be waiting."
