"Let go!" Bella Green said coldly.
Fiona Grantham tilted her head, looking at her with a smile, but the words she spoke were incredibly vicious: "Bella Green, go to hell!"
With that, she shoved the crutch in her hands into Bella's arms.
Then she started walking backward.
Bella's eyes tightened, behind her was the stairway...
She didn't have time to think about anything else and quickly rushed over, intending to grab Fiona.
But how could Fiona give her that chance?
Her body leaned back, falling directly backward...
This action made Bella's pupils shrink abruptly, and her outstretched hand grasped nothing.
She watched helplessly as Fiona rolled down the stairs...
What frightened her even more.
When Fiona's body tilted backward, that sinister, twisted, crazily extreme smile.
So terrifying, without a trace of panic or fear.
Fiona, she must be crazy...
She only thought Fiona was framing her, pretending to fall or something.
As for rolling down the stairs...
