Chapter 18: The Devil.

The wife followed the two upstairs, looking at Phedra Henry unconscious, and said: "This boy started to be pessimistic from noon, saying something evil, couldn't survive for seven days, couldn't even eat dinner, insisted on drinking alcohol. How can he have an empty stomach? I thought he was drinking too much for anyone. So you guys like to rely on it."

Beatrix Henry caught the point, covered Phedra Henry with a blanket, and turned to ask, "Did she not have dinner?"

The wife sighed: "Look how drunk he is, no. He can't open his eyes even if he wakes up now. Right, you haven't had dinner yet?"

Beatrix Henry replied, "I saw a glass of milk in the kitchen when I returned. It's late now, so I'm afraid to cook."

The wife frowned, "A glass of milk? Yeah, this boy told me to save you some milk. He told me my stomach was not healthy and to drink milk to ease my digestion."

Beatrix Henry said, "Thank you very much. I wish you a good night."

The wife laughed, "Okay. Goo
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