Isabelle Lynch went forward and helped Florence Fuller up.
Her face was already visibly swollen.
"Florence, Miss West, what's going on here?"
Isabelle Lynch's voice was still gentle, cloyingly sweet.
When she looked at Willow West, her bright eyes were moist, a truly pitiable sight.
"Miss West, what happened? Is there anything that can't be resolved amicably? Did you have to resort to violence?
Florence, are you all right?!"
Willow West snorted, ignoring Isabelle Lynch's questioning.
Her cold gaze merely swept over the few people who had come out with Isabelle Lynch.
Her gaze didn't linger on Aiden Pierce for even a fraction of a second.
Aiden Pierce's dark eyes were deep, hiding a barely perceptible trace of doting affection.
'Oho~'
'Looks like my Little West is about to blow a fuse!'
'Look at that fierce little glare. It could slice me to pieces!'
'My baby is so amazing!'
'She can 1v7 and come out unscathed!'
'Took them all down by herself!'
'She's just the best!'
