With that, she raised her hand and shoved me hard.
My heel caught on the edge of the stairs and before I could react, I tumbled backward. My vision spun, pain exploding through my body—worst of all, a sharp, searing agony in my stomach.
Hearing the commotion, Keon rushed out.
Before I could even gather myself, Kizzie dramatically collapsed onto the floor, wailing. “Kelsey! I came over to help since you’re pregnant and this is how you treat me? Did you really have to hit me?!”
“Why would you throw yourself down the stairs? Are you trying to frame me? I swear, I didn’t do anything! Kelsey, why are you doing this to me?!”
Then, as if just noticing Keon, she sniffled and put on a show of concern for me.
“Keon, don’t worry about me. Go check on her first—she fell down by accident.”
Keon’s gaze flicked over to the red marks on Kizzie’s exposed skin and for a split second, guilt flashed in his eyes. He quickly pulled off his jacket and draped it over her.
“Kizzie, are you hurt? I’ll take you to the hospital.”
“I’m fine, just a little sore… but look. Kelsey have it worse!”