"Who the hell are you? My family business has nothing to do with you!"
The middle-aged woman — maybe in her forties — glared, her thin, sharp face twisted with anger.
Sophia lifted Judy's frail hand, revealing the bluish bruises across her skin.
"I might not be family," she said coolly, "but I'm the one who saved her. That gives me every right to make sure she walks out of here alive."
Her tone was calm but firm, the kind that left no room for argument.
The woman — Alma — gave a humorless laugh and turned to the man beside her.
"Daniel, did you hear that? She said she's the one who saved Mom!"
Clicking her tongue, Alma added mockingly, "From where I'm standing, you look more like the one who hit my mother. Pay up! She's fragile — this will cost you at least tens of millions!"
Sophia's face darkened completely.
Classic. Try to help someone, and you still end up being the villain.
