Fiona's face was smeared with blood, instantly arousing everyone’s sympathy.
"Fiona, are you alright? I'll call an ambulance right away!" Someone shouted.
"No ambulance! We should call the police!" Another voice interjected.
"Has Lily lost her mind? How could she beat someone up like this!"
Clark rushed over, scooped Fiona into his arms, and examined her battered and disheveled appearance. He glared at Lily with a dark look. "You just wait!"
Without waiting for any explanation, Clark swiftly carried Fiona away, ignoring Lily’s attempts to explain herself.
Lily stood frozen, a chill running down her spine as sneering voices surrounded her.
"No matter how well she sings, if of questionable morals, she doesn’t deserve to be a singer!"
"What a terrible person."
"Fiona is really pitifu
