Chapter 230 The History Repeats Itself

Thud! Clatter— The sound of table and chairs colliding, the sound of porcelain smashed to the ground, and the noise of the bickering, completely startled the people outside. When the private room door was being kicked from outside, Ethan’s expression was composed, and there, he saw the private room was in a mess. May was lying on the ground, while holding her shoulder, and she groaned in pain. Belle was standing in front of her, holding a fruit knife in her hand with a sharp tip. The blood...