Hearing this, Aria smiled.
Tyron lowered his face, "What are you laughing at?"
Aria looked at him, "I am laughing at your words, you said that your injury was due to me, but in my opinion, you asked for it, if it were not for your ill intentions towards me, Sir Jake would not have done anything to you!"
"So you mean I deserve it?" Tyron narrowed his eyes.
"Isn't it?” Aria responded quickly.
Tyron smiled darkly.
Then, he suddenly threw away his crutch, he reached out and pushed Aria's shoulder, pushing her to the wall behind her.
Aria couldn't care less about hitting her back in pain, and said in shock, "What are you doing?"
Tyron did not answer, he took two steps to her, lost the other crutch, and quickly put his hands on either side of her shoulders as she avoided it, imprisoning her between the wall and his chest.
Aria was confused for a while, and it took a while before she reacted that she was knocked by the wall, and her face turned red, "Let go of me!" ”