"Caleb Mamet managed to enter the villa without any sound, broke your hand, and left the villa unscathed. You are no match for him. If you anger him, be careful, he might come back right now and cut off your hand!"
Mrs. Taylor scolded in despair. At times, she really despised her son - stupid, ugly, incompetent. She was the noble Mrs. Brooke, why would she give birth to such a disgraceful son?
Wesley Taylor shrank his neck in fear and closed his mouth.
Mrs. Taylor took a deep breath, suppressing her anger and looked down at her clothes, checking that there were no problems and waited silently for the servants to enter.
The servants hurriedly ran over and untied them. Mrs. Taylor coldly ordered, "Mr. Mamet is injured, why haven't you called a doctor for him yet!"
