By this time, the ambulance had arrived.
Although the younger Mr. Walsh's leg was not injured, he was so scared that he could hardly walk and they had to carry him into the ambulance on a stretcher.
After the younger Mr. Walsh was carried away, the older Mr. Walsh scanned the hall with irritation. There was no way something like this could have happened for no reason.
When he saw Joyce was alone not far away, his face suddenly darkened.
As if there was a flame in his chest, he rushed directly to Joyce with quick steps.
After what happened the last time they met, he did not dare to make a move against her easily. He sternly questioned, "Ms. Knowles, what just happened to my brother, did you do it?"
Joyce put down the plate and dessert in her hands.
She snickered as she raised her eyebrows, "Mr. Walsh, you have to have evidence to say something like that. I don't know what happened just now, and Mr. Walsh is blaming it all on me? It's too much."
"Of all the people here today, who could ever have a problem with my brother but you? If it’s not you, who else could it be?" The older Mr. Walsh was so irritated that his reasoning was out of control.
He raised his hand and wanted to teach Joyce a lesson. Last time his brother was thrown over her shoulder, and today he had to slap her in order to revenge his brother.
Unexpectedly, just as he raised his hand, he was firmly squeezed by Luther.
"You are … Mr. Warner?" Mr. Walsh looked at Luther in surprise.
Although Blue Maple had nothing to do with R&S, he had certainly at least heard of Luther.
"That's right, and it's me." Luther flung his hand hard, and the older Mr. Walsh immediately stumbled a few steps back.
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