The tea spilled over Jacey, then flowed onto the floor.

Jacey's expression turned to panic. She slipped and fell to the ground.

The cup she held rolled away naturally, and she clutched her abdomen, groaning in pain: "Oh, it hurts so bad, my child."

Barrett hurried over. Zoe, even with her eyes closed, could predict what would happen next.

Holding onto a sliver of hope, she thought Barrett, seeing the cup in Jacey's hand, might realize the tea wasn't splashed by her.

Unable to restrain herself, she spoke up: "I didn't splashed the tea. You saw it too; the cup was in her hand, not mine."

Leaning against Barrett's chest,...