Old House of the Hale Family
Wyatt Hale always had a quick tongue. Lily Lott hurried forward and smacked her son on the head, "You little rascal, spouting nonsense. I made soup for your elder brother, come to the kitchen with me and check."
After speaking, she grasped the collar of his shirt and pulled him toward the back.
"Mom, I can walk on my own."
"I really want to find some tape to seal your mouth! He is, after all, your brother's own uncle; he must be feeling terrible inside."
"I understand; I'll try to keep my mouth shut."
Wyatt was just curious.
Is there really such a drug?
After taking it, do you feel like your whole body is on fire, and have to do that kind of thing to find relief? Wouldn't a cold bath work?
For matters related to the Hugh Family, Lily Lott found it least convenient to say anything. Her son loved to join in on the excitement and, unfortunately, was someone who didn't watch his mouth.
She was deliberately sending him away.
