"Why should I give you money? You young people should give up your seats for us. I'm honoring you by sitting in your seat! I wouldn't even want your seat on a train! You young people just want to be comfortable and have no respect for the elderly anymore."
She remained seated on the floor and I crouched down, holding my phone in front of her. I couldn't help but laugh hearing her words. "If you like comfort, why not try the business class seats? They're even better."
Her face darkened and she glared at me more fiercely. I became even more confident that she knew exactly what she was doing. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been looking around so cautiously when she boarded the train.
She wouldn't have pulled this if she didn't see that I was just a young woman sitting alone. That was why she dared to sit here so confidently.
If it had been anyone else, especially a man, she wouldn't have dared. She was using her age as a shield, assuming that I was too embarrassed to make a fuss.
Seeing that I remained unmoved, still looking like I was demanding money from her, the old lady's resentment grew deeper.
I initially thought the old lady would not dare to do anything in front of so many people, but to my surprise, she grabbed my phone and smashed it onto the ground with all her might.
The phone flew far and the sound of the screen shattering echoed clearly.
Before I could react, she grabbed my hair and slapped me hard across the face. All the while gritting her teeth and shouting, "You want money? I'll show you! How dare you ask me for money! You should be grateful I even took your seat. My son is a big boss, just wait until we get off this train."
Pain shot through my scalp and face. Instinctively, I fought back and we started to grapple with each other.
Everyone around was stunned for a moment, then quickly jumped in to separate us. Chaos broke out in the compartment as people rushed to pull us apart. I held my throbbing head as someone led me to the crew's rest area.
As soon as we got off the train, my parents took me to the hospital. Word spread quickly that I had been hospitalized right after returning.
A few days later, I was sitting on the couch, fiddling with my new phone. Then I saw a man following my father. It was Finn Coleman, a supplier for our factory.