Chapter 28 How Could You Harass

My Grandmother? It was Margaret's favorite medical book, and it had a lot of recipes for healing foods. Usually, she would tell Wynter, "This dish is good," after reading it on the deck chair outside. This is the kind of fish I'll make for you today. Furthermore, pumpkin soup. It was all wrecked! Wynter marched toward the courtyard, her eyes darkening with a merciless stare. A young masseuse set down his bucket as soon as he saw her and quickly raised his hands in signal. With her tone serene but her eyes piercing, Wynter held his shoulders. "Don't freak out, Wolf. Tell me what occurred carefully. Wolf had been picked up by Margaret on the street. He could only use signs because he was born deaf., but he was now able to make some noises. He was about eleven years old, clean, and little. With his eyes dazzling, Wolf seemed tough and dreary as he raised his arms to signal to Wynter. "Are you saying Wanda is solely to blame for the mess outside?" Wynter's tone became icy. Wolf gave a nod and went on gesturing in a rough voice. Wynter's eyebrows went up. "I'm not with the Yates anymore, she told you." Wolf gave a humming motion, indicating that Margaret was concerned about her. "What is causing her concern for me?" Wynter's grin grew icier.