I stumbled back and saw Richard walking into the hall. Suddenly, there was a scream behind me, "Ah, Richard, save me!"
I steadied myself and saw that Afro was rolling down the stairs. Just then, she was standing behind me, but I didn't touch her at all. Richard's face suddenly changed and he ran over and picked up Afro.
"Richard, don't blame her. She will be fine once she vents her anger." Afro looked pale and timidly at me. Richard picked her up in distress, looking at me coldly.
He said in decisive tone, "Quinni Lawrence, am I too tolerant to you, you dare to attack Afro?"
I was hoarse and helpless to defend, "Richard, I didn't."
"Enough, I saw it with my own eyes, but you still don't admit it?"
"If you hadn't humiliated Afro last time, how could Afro run to our house to beat you. You even bit back and called the police. Quinni, why are you so cruel now?"
I stared at Richard blankly. It turned out that it was my fault to be beaten. In his heart, although I said a hundred words, it wouldn’t comparable to Afro's one word.
My silence fell into Richard's eyes as guilty acquiescence. His pupils slowly shrank and a fierce look flashed on his face.