“What?” Mrs. Newton froze, thinking she must’ve misheard.

Sylvia repeated to herself.

Mrs. Newton’s face went pale as she grabbed her daughter’s arms, her voice shaking.

“You pushed that pregnant woman?”

“Yeah,” Sylvia said quietly. “It was me.”

Mrs. Newton’s eyes widened in horror. She couldn’t believe her once-sweet, gentle daughter had done something so cruel.

“How could you do something like that? She was heavily pregnant! If it had been two lives at once—you could’ve gone to prison!”

Mrs. Newton had never been this angry before. Her tone turned sharp, her expression fierce.

But her anger wasn’t out of guilt or fear for the victim; she was furious because...