MIA IS NOT A TROUBLE-MAKER! - Chapter 705: Bite Your Tongue Off!
Chapter 705: Bite Your Tongue Off!
Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations
Mr. Smith said in a low voice, âMiss Mia, go back quickly. Your grandmother suddenly fell illâŠâ
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. âMiss Mia, wait!â
Elmer floated beside Amelia and comforted her. âDonât worry, the old lady wonât be that quick⊠Be good. Put your shoes on first. Itâs too cold on the floor.â
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. Ameliaâs 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, âUncle Smith, how did Grandma fall ill? Did anything strange happen at home today?â
Mr. Smith said, âAt 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.â
Amelia asked, âDid she fall straight down? Or slowly?â
Mr. Smith thought for a moment and said, âShe fell straight down.â
Ameliaâs frown deepened.
At this moment, Mrs. Waltonâs 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. Waltonâs mouth open. The family doctor was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. âOld Madamâs symptoms look like epilepsy. We canât let her bite her tongue!â However, Mrs. Walton gritted her teeth and even made a gurgling sound. Mr. Walton was terrified. If she bit down, wouldnât she bite her tongue off?
Mr. Walton steeled his heart and pinched Mrs. Waltonâs 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. Waltonâs mouth. Just as she was about to bite off her tongue, a small figure suddenly ran over and slapped Mrs. Waltonâs face. She shouted coldly, âGrandma! Wake up!â
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 ghostâs 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.ViiSiit nđvelbđ/n(.)c/(đ)m for lđtest đđvels
Nanny Wu: âOld Madam, quickly open your mouth!â
Mr. Walton: âOld woman, stop biting yourself. If you feel uncomfortable and canât control yourself, bite me!â
Amelia said, âGrandma! Wake up!â
Mrs. Walton couldnât help but open her mouth. Before she could feel the pain in her tongue, Mr. Waltonâs hand was shoved in.
Mrs. Walton: â???â
Mr. Walton coaxed Mrs. Walton with a pained expression, âBe good, letâs not bite our tongues. If you want to bite, bite my hand. Iâm not afraid of pain.â
Mr. Walton was already sweating from anxiety. He had just grabbed the wolfdogâs 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.
âBah!â Mrs. Walton grabbed Mr. Waltonâs 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. Waltonâs eyes were so wide that he didnât dare stop.
Amelia grabbed Mr. Waltonâs hand and said quickly, âGrandpa, Grandma is fine. Take your hand outâŠâ
Mr. Walton was worried. âAre you sure?â
Amelia: âYes, yes! Iâm very sure.â
Mr. Walton shook his head. âIâm not sure. Iâll keep watching.â
Mrs. Walton slapped Mr. Walton on the head!
Mr. Walton immediately withdrew his hand. âOkay, now itâs confirmed.â
Everyone:
Mrs. Walton could finally speak. She said angrily, âAre you stupid? Ah!â Before she could finish, she gasped. Her tongue hurt!