"But she wanted to hurt you," Lucas said coldly, still furious.

"But she didn't, right?" Coco replied. "Besides, she's the one who’s hurt now, not me."

She pulled at Lucas’ hand that was gripping Naomi's wrist. "That’s enough. I think she’s learned her lesson. If she dares to mess with me again, you can punish her however you see fit. I won’t intervene."

Lucas’ grip slowly loosened. He turned to Coco, concern replacing his cold demeanor. "Are you really okay?"

"I'm fine," she assured him. "She just knocked my phone down. She hasn't hit me yet."

Lucas pursed his lips, glancing at the phone on the ground. He picked it up and took Coco’s hand. "Let’s go; food is served."

"Okay," Coco replied.

Just then, Lucas paused and turned back to look at Naomi, who was still clutching her wrist in pain. "If you dare to do that again, even your parents won’t be able to save you. Don't you dare test my patience!"

Naomi's face went pale. Lucas saying that in front of her classmates was akin to a