"Milo, it was the driver who pushed me into the water. I can't swim; by common sense, you should have saved me first. But I was farther from shore, and by the time you came for me, I would have drowned."
"My instincts are always right. Look, the two drivers have already run off. This was clearly on purpose. It's murder."
Dakota pointed at me. "Look, she can swim. Think about it, didn't she thrash on purpose earlier to get your attention so you'd save her first?"
Milo's face grew colder. When I first fell in, I had panicked, thrashing and shouting for help. But once I calmed down, I didn't dare move.
"Vicious woman," Milo said coldly. "Swim over here and apologize to Dakota."
His voice was colder than the seawater. I didn't know exactly what was happening on shore, but his words made it clear that he wasn't going to save me. I might really drown here.
The water was freezing, and my legs cramped.
Because of the cramp, I choked on a mouthful of water, and things quickly got worse. I struggled helplessly, swallowing more and more water.
“Help… help…”
"Milo, save me…"
"Keep acting. I want to see how long you can keep it up." Milo's voice came from far away, and I could barely hear it.