"Yeah, what kind of deep hatred is there to push someone down from upstairs like that?"
"Hey, look, there's a clear shot of her face."
"Let me see, let me see, oh my God, this..."
While Joy Ward continued to explain, many people took out their phones to watch the surveillance video, then looked up at Joy Ward. Those scrutinizing, appraising looks that turned to disgust left Joy Ward at a loss.
Suddenly, someone shouted, "Isn't that woman in the video her?"
"It's her, oh my God, she looks so gentle and weak, I never would have thought she had such a black heart, talking nicely then suddenly pulling someone down the stairs behind their back, and now here beating and forcefully taking away a child. She must be a psycho; call the police and have her arrested."
The increasingly loud voices caused by her explanations made Joy Ward's face change with panic, her brows tightly furrowed as she looked at them, "What are you talking about? What video?"
Just as Joy Ward was confused,