Chapter 705 - Chapter 705: Bite Your Tongue Off!
Chapter 705: Bite Your Tongue Off!
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Mr. Smith said in a low voice, “Miss Mia, go back quickly. Your grandmother suddenly fell ill…”
Amelia came back to her senses and did not even bother to put on her shoes. Mr. Smith picked up the shoes and chased after her. “Miss Mia, wait!”
Elmer floated beside Amelia and comforted her. “Don’t worry, the old lady won’t be that quick… Be good. Put your shoes on first. It’s too cold on the floor.”
Amelia ran to the car in one breath. Mr. Smith could not help but be surprised. He could not even catch up to a child when she ran? Could she really be old?
The car drove towards the Walton residence. Amelia’s face was filled with anxiety. She suddenly realized the benefits of her father driving. If her father had driven, they would be home now!
Amelia was so anxious that she had no choice but to calculate with her fingers. She even asked Mr. Smith like an adult, “Uncle Smith, how did Grandma fall ill? Did anything strange happen at home today?”
Mr. Smith said, “At noon, Old Madam was feeding the dogs at the entrance of the main building when the wolfdog suddenly shouted. Old Master was worried that a thief had climbed over the wall and entered, so he asked us to take a look. In the end, everything was normal. When we returned to the house, Old Madam collapsed.”
Amelia asked, “Did she fall straight down? Or slowly?”
Mr. Smith thought for a moment and said, “She fell straight down.”
Amelia’s frown deepened.
At this moment, Mrs. Walton’s brows were dark, and her lips had turned purple. She glared at the air in front of her and cursed as if she was crazy. Suddenly, she opened her mouth and bit her tongue fiercely. Blood immediately flowed out!
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly tried to pry Mrs. Walton’s mouth open. The family doctor was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. “Old Madam’s symptoms look like epilepsy. We can’t let her bite her tongue!” However, Mrs. Walton gritted her teeth and even made a gurgling sound. Mr. Walton was terrified. If she bit down, wouldn’t she bite her tongue off?
Mr. Walton steeled his heart and pinched Mrs. Walton’s cheek hard. He wanted to grab her mouth and put his hand in for her to bite. However, for some reason, the family doctor even used a professional technique, but he could not open Mrs. Walton’s mouth. Just as she was about to bite off her tongue, a small figure suddenly ran over and slapped Mrs. Walton’s face. She shouted coldly, “Grandma! Wake up!”
Mrs. Walton was in a daze. She first saw a female ghost suddenly appear in front of her. The female ghost stuck out her tongue and pinched her with blood flowing from her seven orifices. Naturally, she would not give in. She fought with the female ghost and bit the female ghost’s hand, wanting to tear it apart. However, at this moment, a small slap came.
Mrs. Walton was stunned. Her vision suddenly cleared. There was no female ghost. There was only the anxious-looking crowd.
Nanny Wu: “Old Madam, quickly open your mouth!”
Mr. Walton: “Old woman, stop biting yourself. If you feel uncomfortable and can’t control yourself, bite me!”
Amelia said, “Grandma! Wake up!”
Mrs. Walton couldn’t help but open her mouth. Before she could feel the pain in her tongue, Mr. Walton’s hand was shoved in.
Mrs. Walton: “???”
Mr. Walton coaxed Mrs. Walton with a pained expression, “Be good, let’s not bite our tongues. If you want to bite, bite my hand. I’m not afraid of pain.”
Mr. Walton was already sweating from anxiety. He had just grabbed the wolfdog’s rice bowl and had yet to wash his hands, so they smelled of Chinese medicine.
Mrs. Walton pretended to take a bite, expecting Mr. Walton to withdraw his hand. Instead, he shoved it deeper into her throat.
“Bah!” Mrs. Walton grabbed Mr. Walton’s arm and tried to pull his hand out, but Mr. Walton still fought her.
Mrs. Walton was speechless. She really wanted to chop him up!
Mrs. Walton whimpered and stared. Mr. Walton saw that Mrs. Walton’s eyes were so wide that he didn’t dare stop.
Amelia grabbed Mr. Walton’s hand and said quickly, “Grandpa, Grandma is fine. Take your hand out…”
Mr. Walton was worried. “Are you sure?”
Amelia: “Yes, yes! I’m very sure.”
Mr. Walton shook his head. “I’m not sure. I’ll keep watching.”
Mrs. Walton slapped Mr. Walton on the head!
Mr. Walton immediately withdrew his hand. “Okay, now it’s confirmed.”
Everyone:
Mrs. Walton could finally speak. She said angrily, “Are you stupid? Ah!” Before she could finish, she gasped. Her tongue hurt!