Fired?

Oliver lay sprawled on the garden, and when he stood up, fury consumed his features. His gaze fell upon me as I knelt down, and without a moment's hesitation, he blamed me for his fall. "It was you! You were behind this, weren't you? You're fired!" he bellowed, red-faced and seething with anger.

My heart sank at his accusatory tone, but before I could defend myself, Sandy appeared, rushing to my aid. With a worried expression on her face, she interjected, "Wait, Oliver. Please, it wasn't her fault. It was mine. I left my room's door open, and Coco took that opportunity to escape. She wad only trying to stop him, not make you fall."

Mr. Miller, who had been watching the scene unfold silently until now, spoke up with a stern voice, attempting to alleviate the tension. "Calm down, Oliver. Accidents happen, and it seems this was just an unfortunate incident."

His words did little to quell Oliver's rage, who continued to fire accusations in my direction. No matter how much I tried to expla