Calvin let out a sharp breath and hurried over to her, covering the distance in just a few strides. His fingers gently traced the swollen skin on her cheek, his voice filled with concern.
"What happened to your face?"
Watching his anxious expression and tenderness towards her, all I felt was cold amusement.
I stood with my arms crossed, enjoying the show.
Emma timidly glanced at me, tears welling up in her eyes.
"It's nothing. It wasn't Victoria's fault. I was careless. Please don't blame her."
At that moment, someone in the crowd let out a startled sound, then quickly showed their phone to the director and others, their gaze darting between the screen and me with a suspicious look, as if hesitant to speak.
I knew exactly what this was—just another one of Emma's planted lackeys, timing the release of a video showing me supposedly bullying her. This was how she had set me on the path of infamy in my previous life.
Calvin snatched the phone from the person's hand and sighed as he looked at me, his expression a mix of resignation and disappointment. "Victoria, I know Grandma spoiled you, but this is a film set, not your home. It would be better if you apologized to Emma."