I was stunned to see Liz McKibben emerge.
As our eyes met, her complexion turned ashen. I was as well astonished.
She was dressed in a purple dress that accentuated her waist, her eyes quickly darting downward as she started shaking.
Confronting her, I couldn't help but ask in a cold tone, "What are you doing here?"
I glanced suspiciously at the room behind her, assessing her from head to toe.
Given the restaurant's luxurious nature, how could Liz, reportedly from a modest background, afford to be here?
Suspicion rising, I moved to bypass her to enter the room.
She blocked my way.
I pushed her aside with force, and she cried out in pain, tumbling to the ground unexpectedly.
As I reached for the door handle, ready to push it open, I heard Jack's stern voice from behind.
"Ginny! What are you doing?!"
Turning around, I saw him hurrying to Liz's side, kneeling to check her injuries.
Her knees were scraped and bleeding, her face tear-streaked and forlorn.
He glanced at the wounds then looked up at me with intense eyes, "Ginny, you need to apologize to Liz now!"
Anger surged through me.
He was siding with her without knowing all the facts?