The servant fell to the ground.
Cliff held the broken pieces of the bowl in his hand.
His face was hideous, his eyes were red, and his pupils were like a wild beast's in the jungle. Every step he took and every breath he exhaled were aggressive. He stared fixedly at the retreating servant in front of him.
"Mr. Maire... Mr. Maire..." The servant's face was pale. After working in the Maire family for so many years, this was the first time she had seen Mr. Maire like this.
It was as if he had lost his mind.
He lost his mind.
He lost consciousness.
The ice-cold plate was extremely sharp.
She was extremely scared, but her limbs were like deflated balloons, with no strength at all.
"What should I do?
"What should I do?" She was really worried.
"Mr. Maire, Mr. Maire, I'm Yana. I'm Yana... Don't you recognize me?" the maid shouted anxiously.