Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Harper was speechless. His eyes were red. He didn’t say a word, didn’t resist, didn’t say a word. He endured the pain of being hit by the wooden stick.
The others wanted to say sothing, but in the end, they closed their mouths.
Just hit him. Perhaps a beating would be enough. Only Alia’s eyes were red. She ran in and hugged Mrs. Walton. “Grandma, stop hitting him…” She choked. “Brother will hurt…
Mrs. Walton’s heart trembled.
Harper stubbornly turned his face away. Perhaps it was because of the pain, but his voice was a little hoarse. ‘Get lost! I don’t need your concern!”
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