Chapter 882: Do You Think He's Not Miserable Enough Yet!?

"Are you blind?! It wasn't me who hurt him, it was Joanna!" An intense hatred swelled in Lisha Alcock's eyes, as she resentfully glared at Joanna, snarling in a distorted rage, "If he hadn't stepped in front of that bitch, her face would be ruined by now. He interfered, so he deserved it!"

"Take her away, take her away now!" Mike trembled with rage at her words, "I don't want to see this crazy woman again, just take her away immediately."

Several security guards forcefully dragged away Lisha, who was still struggling and swearing profusely.

"Hold on Little Tutu, we're going to the hospital right away." Mike looked at the back of Maddox Allenson's hand, corroded and blurred with flesh and blood from the sulphuric acid. Tears uncontrollably fell from his eyes, his face etched with intense worry, "How could something like this happen. I was away only for a moment, and you ended up like this."