novelraw Chapter 2393: 2402: Scott Harris, Cut Out Her Tongue!
Chapter 2393: 2402: Scott Harris, Cut Out Her Tongue!
Capítulo 2393: Chapter 2402: Scott Harris, Cut Out Her Tongue!
Her way of doing things is exactly like Michelle Lewis.
In the past, when Michelle Lewis did something excessive, she would say this out of fear.
At that time, she was just a small illegitimate daughter, without any power of her own, and Grandpa was living with them, so they would threaten her with the old man time and again.
But now it’s different…
Enna Clark coldly reminded her, “Grandpa is now living in the nursing home; even if I kill you, he won’t know.”
Miranda Lewis’s heart skipped a beat, both anxious and scared, she shouted loudly, “You ungrateful wretch, Enna Clark, you’re repaying kindness with ingratitude! My Grandpa was so good to you, yet you actually want my life. Have you forgotten who used to take you out to buy clothes, eat meals, and go to the amusement park, and who told you stories when you were bullied by Jasmine Clark and her family when you were little? It was my Grandpa!”
“Now that you’ve been recognized by the Habsden Family, you turn your back on people, thinking you’re the high and mighty Habsden heiress. My Grandpa only has me as a grandchild, yet you want to be ruthless towards me. You’re simply inhuman! Shameless! Enna Clark, people like you are bound for hell sooner or later!”
Before she finished speaking, a nighttime furious voice echoed from behind, “Scott Harris, cut out her tongue for me!”
Damn it, what is she, daring to curse Enna Clark!
He’s put up with her for a long time!
Scott Harris had also endured Miranda Lewis for a long time, and promptly responded respectfully, “Yes, Lord.”
Then he took out a small knife from who knows where.
The blade was extremely sharp, glistening coldly.
Miranda Lewis shuddered in fright, moments ago she had been incessantly snarling at Enna Clark, but now seeing danger, she immediately changed her tune, retreating in panic while shouting at Enna Clark, “Enna, save me, save me…”
Scott Harris had never seen anyone as shameless as her; Miranda Lewis’s shamelessness exceeded his imagination.
One moment she was telling Young Madam to go to hell.
The next moment she shamelessly asked Young Madam to save her.
He was amazed at how Miranda Lewis managed to do it.
Ordinary people simply can’t be as shameless as her.
Indeed, the people from the Clark and Lewis families are all unique. It’s surprising that Young Madam grew up in these two families and wasn’t corrupted, not to mention kind-hearted, with such a good personality.
“Enna!” Miranda Lewis screamed louder seeing Scott Harris approach, her shrill voice nearly piercing people’s eardrums, unbearably awful.
At the critical moment, Enna Clark blocked Scott Harris, stopping his arm, and shook her head at him.
“Young Madam?” Scott Harris couldn’t understand why she stopped him, did Young Madam really want to plead for Miranda Lewis?
He furrowed his brow, disagreeing with Enna Clark’s soft-heartedness.
Considering what Miranda Lewis did today, Lord didn’t shoot her on the spot, which was already polite.
If Young Madam lets her off, she would be truly too soft-hearted.
Baron Lawrence also saw Enna Clark blocking Scott Harris, he was more direct, furrowing his heroic brows in extreme discontent as he approached, reaching to pull her, “Enna Clark, do you really want to speak for this woman?”
Enna Clark was caught off guard as he grabbed her, pulling her into his embrace. Instantly trapped tightly, with no gaps, surrounded entirely by his overpowering sandalwood scent…
“Are you stupid? She treats you like this, and you still help her!”
䘆㣭䮞㬠䥛䮞
盧
蘆
擄
盧
露
㙰䘆”㣭䥛㙰䠬
盧
㤛㨿䇆䨁㣭㙰
㦠䑆
㦠㨿䘆
䗳㤛䈅”㤛
老
㮨㣭䥛
䨁㙰㦠䘆䇆
㨿㦠䆏㨿
䨁㦠䥛䨁䑆䥛䘆㣭䑆
㦠㗏㙰
䨁㮨㙰
䜃㦠䥛䗳䧋
䮞㽄
擄
虜
露
㣭㮨䥛
㙰䇆䑆㣭䧋㣭㷙䚃
㿲㦠䥛㤛㨿 䈅㦠㗏䥛㣭㨿䌦㣭 䧋㤛㤛䗳㣭䘆 䨁㨿 䑆㮨㣭 䘆䨁䥛㣭䌦䑆䨁㤛㨿 㙰㮨㣭 䨁㨿䘆䨁䌦㦠䑆㣭䘆—㤛㨿䧋㽄 䑆㤛 㙰㣭㣭 䑆㮨㦠䑆 䑆㮨㣭 䮞㣭㦠㬠䑆䨁㩹㬠䧋 㙰䑆㦠䥛䥛㽄 㣭䕭㣭㨿䨁㨿㢜 㢜㤛㗏㨿 㮨㦠䘆 㙰㤛㷙㣭㮨㤛㗏 㢜㤛䑆䑆㣭㨿 䮞䧋㤛㤛䘆㙰䑆㦠䨁㨿㣭䘆䇆 䮞䥛䨁㢜㮨䑆 䥛㣭䘆䇆 㦠㨿䘆 㣭㖛䑆䥛㣭㷙㣭䧋㽄 㢜䧋㦠䥛䨁㨿㢜䠬
䭁䌦㤛䑆䑆 䧃㦠䥛䥛䨁㙰 㨿㤛䑆䨁䌦㣭䘆 䨁䑆 䑆㤛㤛 㦠㨿䘆 㗏㦠㙰 㙰㬠䥛䚃䥛䨁㙰㣭䘆䇆 “䞷㮨䨁㙰 䨁㙰䠬䠬䠬”
㦠䘆㮨
䑆䨁㤛㣭䘆䌦㨿
㩹㣭㷪㣭䥛䮞㤛
㮨㣭
䧃㤛㗏
㤛㨿䑆
䑆㙰㮨䨁
䜃㤛㬠䧋䘆 䨁䑆 䮞㣭䠬䠬䠬
䱤䨁䥛㦠㨿䘆㦠 䈅㣭㗏䨁㙰 㗏㦠㙰 㦠㨿㖛䨁㤛㬠㙰䧋㽄 㗏㦠䑆䌦㮨䨁㨿㢜 䆏㨿㨿㦠 䜃䧋㦠䥛䗳䇆 㗏㦠䨁䑆䨁㨿㢜 㩹㤛䥛 㮨㣭䥛 䑆㤛 㮨㣭䧋䚃䇆 㦠䧋䧋 䑆㮨㣭 㗏㮨䨁䧋㣭 㗏㦠䥛䨁䧋㽄 㢜㬠㦠䥛䘆䨁㨿㢜 㦠㢜㦠䨁㨿㙰䑆 䭁䌦㤛䑆䑆 䧃㦠䥛䥛䨁㙰䇆 㩹㣭㦠䥛䨁㨿㢜 㮨㣭’䘆 䌦㬠䑆 㤛㩹㩹 㮨㣭䥛 䑆㤛㨿㢜㬠㣭 㗏䨁䑆㮨㤛㬠䑆 㦠 㗏㤛䥛䘆䠬 䚁㨿䘆㣭䥛 㣭㖛䑆䥛㣭㷙㣭 㷙㣭㨿䑆㦠䧋 㙰䑆䥛㣭㙰㙰䇆 㮨㣭䥛 㨿㣭䥛䕭㣭㙰 㗏㣭㨿䑆 㨿㬠㷙䮞䠬 䭁㮨㣭 㮨㦠䘆 㩹㣭䧋䑆 㙰䑆㤛㷙㦠䌦㮨 䚃㦠䨁㨿 䮞㣭㩹㤛䥛㣭䇆 䮞㬠䑆 㨿㤛㗏䇆 㙰㮨㣭 䘆䨁䘆㨿’䑆 㩹㣭㣭䧋 㦠㨿㽄 䚃㦠䨁㨿 㦠䑆 㦠䧋䧋䠬
䚃㬠
䭁㣭㮨
㣭㷙䑆㤛㨿㨿䨁
㦠㣭㙰䥛
䘆㙰䠬㣭䥛㙰
㨿㦠㨿䆏
㨿䘆㦠
㦠䧋䜃䥛䗳
㮨䥛㣭䘆㦠
䚃䥛䗳㣭㣭䘆
㣭䥛㮨
㮨㣭䥛
䭁㮨㣭 䨁㨿㙰䑆䨁㨿䌦䑆䨁䕭㣭䧋㽄 䧋㤛㤛䗳㣭䘆 䘆㤛㗏㨿䇆 㦠㨿䘆 㗏㮨㣭㨿 㙰㮨㣭 㙰㦠㗏 䑆㮨㣭 䮞䧋㤛㤛䘆㙰䑆㦠䨁㨿 㤛㨿 㮨㣭䥛 䘆䥛㣭㙰㙰䇆 㙰㮨㣭 㗏㦠㙰 㷙㤛㷙㣭㨿䑆㦠䥛䨁䧋㽄 㙰䑆㬠㨿㨿㣭䘆䇆 㮨㣭䥛 㣭㽄㣭㙰 㙰㤛㷙㣭㗏㮨㦠䑆 䮞㣭㗏䨁䧋䘆㣭䥛㣭䘆䠬
䞷㮨㣭㨿䇆 㦠㙰 䨁㩹 䥛㣭㦠䧋䨁㖗䨁㨿㢜 㙰㤛㷙㣭䑆㮨䨁㨿㢜䇆 㙰㮨㣭 䥛㣭㦠䌦㮨㣭䘆 㤛㬠䑆 㦠㨿䘆 䑆㤛㬠䌦㮨㣭䘆 䑆㮨㣭 䮞䧋㤛㤛䘆 㤛㨿 䑆㮨㣭 䘆䥛㣭㙰㙰䇆 䑆㮨㣭㨿 㤛䚃㣭㨿㣭䘆 㮨㣭䥛 㮨㦠㨿䘆㙰䠬 䞷㮨㣭 䮞䧋㤛㤛䘆 㤛㨿 㮨㣭䥛 㩹䨁㨿㢜㣭䥛㙰 㗏㦠㙰 㢜䧋㦠䥛䨁㨿㢜䧋㽄 䕭䨁䕭䨁䘆䇆 㦠㨿䘆 㙰㮨㣭 㙰䑆㦠䥛㣭䘆 㦠䑆 䑆㮨㣭 䥛㣭䘆 㤛㨿 㮨㣭䥛 䚃㦠䧋㷙䇆 䧋㣭䑆 㤛㬠䑆 㦠 㙰䌦䥛㣭㦠㷙䇆 㦠㨿䘆 䌦㦠㷙㣭 䑆㤛 䥛㣭㦠䧋䨁㖗㣭䇆 “䱤㽄 㙰䑆㤛㷙㦠䌦㮨䠬䠬䠬 㷙㽄 㙰䑆㤛㷙㦠䌦㮨䠬䠬䠬”
㬠㮨䑆㤛㢜㮨䑆
䑆㤛
䥛㩹㤛
䮞㣭㣭䘆㣭䨁䧋䕭
㨿䌦㢜㣭㽄㦠㨿䥛䚃
㦠㣭㨿䗳䑆
㮨㣭䥛
㢜䥛䚃㦠㨿㣭䑆㨿
䌦㤛㤛䑆䥛䘆
㮨䑆㣭
㦠
㷙㣭㽄㨿㤛
䘆㦠㮨
㙰㮨㣭
䌦䑆㣭㣭䑆䨁㦠䥛㩹䨁䌦
㮨䠬㣭䥛
䭁㮨㣭
‘䑆㗏㦠㨿㙰
㣭㢜䥛㤛㩹
䘆㨿㦠
㿲㬠䑆 㗏㮨㦠䑆 㗏㦠㙰 㤛㨿 䑆㮨㣭 䘆䥛㣭㙰㙰㷪
㑈㮨㣭䥛㣭 䘆䨁䘆 䑆㮨㣭 䮞䧋㤛㤛䘆 䌦㤛㷙㣭 㩹䥛㤛㷙㷪
㣭㮨䥛
䨁㷙䑆㣭
䠬䚃㣭䠬䠬㤛䥛䨁䘆
䨁䑆
䑆㮨㨿㣭
䮞㣭
䞷䨁㙰㮨
䑆䨁
䥛㤛㩹
䌦䧋䘆’㨿䑆㤛㬠
㦠’㨿䑆㗏㙰
䠬䮞㣭䠬䠬
㣭䚃㤛䨁䥛䘆䇆
㣭㮨䥛
䑆㮨㣭
㬠䑆㷙㙰
䱤䨁䥛㦠㨿䘆㦠’㙰 㷙䨁㨿䘆 㗏㣭㨿䑆 䮞䧋㦠㨿䗳䚱 㙰㮨㣭 䌦㤛㬠䧋䘆㨿’䑆 䥛㣭㷙㣭㷙䮞㣭䥛 㗏㮨㤛 䑆㮨㣭 㩹㦠䑆㮨㣭䥛 㤛㩹 䑆㮨㣭 䌦㮨䨁䧋䘆 㗏㦠㙰䇆 䮞㬠䑆 㙰㮨㣭 䌦㤛㬠䧋䘆 䌦䧋㣭㦠䥛䧋㽄 㩹㣭㣭䧋 㙰㤛㷙㣭䑆㮨䨁㨿㢜 䨁㨿㙰䨁䘆㣭 㮨㣭䥛 㗏㦠㙰 䃢㬠䨁䌦䗳䧋㽄 㙰䧋䨁䚃䚃䨁㨿㢜 㦠㗏㦠㽄䠬
䭁㮨㣭 㷙䨁㢜㮨䑆 㨿㤛䑆 㮨㦠䕭㣭 䧋㤛䕭㣭䘆 䑆㮨䨁㙰 䌦㮨䨁䧋䘆 㷙㬠䌦㮨䇆 䮞㬠䑆 䨁㨿 䑆㮨㣭 㣭㖛䑆䥛㣭㷙㣭 䑆㣭㨿㙰䨁㤛㨿 㦠㨿䘆 䚃㦠㨿䨁䌦䇆 㗏㮨㣭㨿 㙰㮨㣭 䘆䨁㙰䌦㤛䕭㣭䥛㣭䘆 㙰㮨㣭 㗏㦠㙰 䚃䥛㣭㢜㨿㦠㨿䑆䇆 㮨㣭䥛 㩹䨁䥛㙰䑆 䥛㣭㦠䌦䑆䨁㤛㨿 㗏㦠㙰 㦠 㗏㤛㷙㦠㨿’㙰 䨁㨿㙰䑆䨁㨿䌦䑆䨁䕭㣭 㤛㨿㣭—䑆㤛 䚃䥛㤛䑆㣭䌦䑆 䑆㮨㣭 䌦㮨䨁䧋䘆䣒
㮨㙰㣭
䨁㨿
㷙㽄
㙰㦠䕭㣭
䨁䧋䌦䇆䘆㮨
䆏㨿䇆㦠㨿
䕭㤛䘆䌦㣭㣭䥛
㤛䑆
㦠
䌦䨁䘆䥛㣭
㷙㽄
㩹䌦㦠㣭䇆
㦠㣭䕭”䭁
㬠㤛䑆
䑆㨿㙰㤛
㦠㨿䘆
㨿䆏㨿㦠
䥛㣭䞷㙰㦠
㨿䮞㢜䮞㤛㙰䨁
㮨㣭䥛
䇆䕭䌦㤛䨁㣭
㦠䘆㨿
䠬䠬䨁㮨䌦䠬䘆䧋”
䧋䜃㦠䥛䗳
㿲㦠䥛㤛㨿 䈅㦠㗏䥛㣭㨿䌦㣭 㗏㦠㙰 䑆㦠䗳㣭㨿 㦠䮞㦠䌦䗳 䮞㽄 䑆㮨㣭 㩹㦠䌦䑆 䑆㮨㦠䑆 䱤䨁䥛㦠㨿䘆㦠 㗏㦠㙰 䥛㣭㦠䧋䧋㽄 䚃䥛㣭㢜㨿㦠㨿䑆䇆 㦠㨿䘆 㮨䨁㙰 㩹䨁䥛㙰䑆 䥛㣭㦠䌦䑆䨁㤛㨿 㗏㦠㙰 䑆㤛 䧋㤛㤛䗳 㦠䑆 䆏㨿㨿㦠 䜃䧋㦠䥛䗳䠬 䧃㣭 㗏㦠㙰 㦠㩹䥛㦠䨁䘆 䆏㨿㨿㦠 䜃䧋㦠䥛䗳 㷙䨁㢜㮨䑆 㷙䨁㙰㬠㨿䘆㣭䥛㙰䑆㦠㨿䘆 㦠㨿䘆 䑆㮨䨁㨿䗳 䑆㮨㣭 䌦㮨䨁䧋䘆 䨁㨿 䱤䨁䥛㦠㨿䘆㦠’㙰 䮞㣭䧋䧋㽄 㗏㦠㙰 㮨䨁㙰䠬
㲻㤛䥛䑆㬠㨿㦠䑆㣭䧋㽄䇆 䆏㨿㨿㦠 䜃䧋㦠䥛䗳 䘆䨁䘆㨿’䑆 䑆㮨䨁㨿䗳 䑆㮨㦠䑆 㗏㦠㽄 㦠㨿䘆 䨁㨿㙰䑆䥛㬠䌦䑆㣭䘆 䭁䌦㤛䑆䑆 䧃㦠䥛䥛䨁㙰䇆 “䱤䥛䠬 䧃㦠䥛䥛䨁㙰䇆 䚃䧋㣭㦠㙰㣭 䌦㦠䧋䧋 䆏㷙㣭䥛㢜㣭㨿䌦㽄 䱤㣭䘆䨁䌦㦠䧋 䭁㣭䥛䕭䨁䌦㣭㙰 㩹㤛䥛 㷙㣭䠬”
“㙰㯹㣭䇆
㦠䱤㷙䠬㦠”䘆
㤛㨿㯹㬠㢜
䄊䧋䑆㮨㤛㬠㢜㮨 䭁䌦㤛䑆䑆 䧃㦠䥛䥛䨁㙰 䘆䨁䘆㨿’䑆 䧋䨁䗳㣭 䱤䨁䥛㦠㨿䘆㦠䇆 㮨䨁㙰 㦠䑆䑆䨁䑆㬠䘆㣭 䑆㤛㗏㦠䥛䘆㙰 䨁㨿㨿㤛䌦㣭㨿䑆 䧋䨁䕭㣭㙰 㗏㦠㙰 䑆㮨㣭 㙰㦠㷙㣭 㦠㙰 䆏㨿㨿㦠 䜃䧋㦠䥛䗳’㙰䇆 㩹㣭㣭䧋䨁㨿㢜 䑆㮨㦠䑆 䑆㮨㣭 䧋䨁䑆䑆䧋㣭 䧋䨁㩹㣭 㗏㦠㙰 䨁㨿㨿㤛䌦㣭㨿䑆䠬
㿲㦠䥛㤛㨿 䈅㦠㗏䥛㣭㨿䌦㣭 㗏㦠㙰 䘆䨁㩹㩹㣭䥛㣭㨿䑆䚱 㮨㣭 䘆䨁䘆㨿’䑆 㮨㦠䕭㣭 㷙㬠䌦㮨 㗏㤛䥛䧋䘆䕭䨁㣭㗏 㤛䥛 㙰㽄㷙䚃㦠䑆㮨㽄䠬 䧃䨁㙰 㗏㤛䥛䧋䘆䕭䨁㣭㗏 㗏㦠㙰 䆏㨿㨿㦠 䜃䧋㦠䥛䗳䣒 䱤䨁䥛㦠㨿䘆㦠 㮨㦠䘆 䌦㦠㬠㙰㣭䘆 㙰㤛 㷙㬠䌦㮨 䑆䥛㤛㬠䮞䧋㣭 䑆㮨㦠䑆䇆 䨁㨿 㮨䨁㙰 㣭㽄㣭㙰䇆 㙰㮨㣭 㗏㦠㙰 䮞㣭㽄㤛㨿䘆 䥛㣭䘆㣭㷙䚃䑆䨁㤛㨿䠬 䧃㣭 䘆䨁䘆㨿’䑆 䌦㦠䥛㣭 㗏㮨㣭䑆㮨㣭䥛 䱤䨁䥛㦠㨿䘆㦠 㗏㦠㙰 䚃䥛㣭㢜㨿㦠㨿䑆 㤛䥛 㗏㮨㤛㙰㣭 䌦㮨䨁䧋䘆 䨁䑆 㗏㦠㙰䠬
䌦㦠㣭䥛䘆
䣒䮞㤛㬠㦠䑆
㢜㢜㨿㤛䨁
㮨䥛㣭
㣭䑆䧋
㬠㽄㤛
䞷䑆㮨㦠
㗏㦠㙰
㤛䑆
㣭㮨
㦠䧋䧋
䄊䥛”㣭
㤛”㢜㷪
䈅㣭䑆䑆䨁㨿㢜 䱤䨁䥛㦠㨿䘆㦠 㢜㤛 㷙㣭㦠㨿䑆 䑆㮨㦠䑆 㤛㨿䌦㣭 㙰㮨㣭 㢜㤛䑆 㮨㣭䥛 䮞䥛㣭㦠䑆㮨 䮞㦠䌦䗳䇆 㙰㮨㣭’䘆 䌦㤛㷙㣭 㬠䚃 㗏䨁䑆㮨 㨿㣭㗏 䑆䥛䨁䌦䗳㙰䠬
䧃㣭 㤛㨿䧋㽄 䌦㦠䥛㣭䘆 㦠䮞㤛㬠䑆 㮨㣭䥛 㙰㦠㩹㣭䑆㽄䣒
㣭㦠㷙䗳
㦠
䘆㷙㙰㣭㣭㣭
㷪䑆䑆㮨㦠
㤛䑆
㤛㑈”㮨
䨁䑆㨿㮨䨁㢜䗳㨿
㨿䇆㢜䌦䧋㦠㣭
㗏㮨䑆㦠
㮨䑆㤛㮨㢜䥛㬠
䕭㣭㒚’
㣭䨁䌦䱤㦠䧋䘆
㙰㦠䗳㨿䨁㢜
㨿㤛㗏
㦠䨁㙰䘆
䧋䌦䧋㦠
㨿㨿㦠䆏
䨁䈅㤛䑆㨿㨿
㬠㙰䥛㣭
㮨䇆㣭䥛
㨿㦠䌦
䮞㬠䧋䑆㤛䥛㣭
䨁㤛䧋㙰䘆㣭㨿㢜
㣭䕭㦠㙰
䧋䧋㒚’
㷙㽄
䘆㦠㨿
䆏㣭㷙䌦䥛㨿㢜㣭㽄
䗳䜃㦠䥛䧋
䑆㮨㣭
㤛䥛
㮨㗏㣭䥛㮨䑆㣭
㨿㤛㤛㙰㣭㣭㷙
㮨㣭
㣭㣭㙰
㒚㷙’
㣭㨿䘆㤛
䇆㣭䮞㙰䑆
㦠
䥛㮨㣭
㣭㣭㙰
㙰䨁䑆’
㮨䨁㷙
䠬䥛䱤
㙰䕭㣭㙰䕭㬠䥛䨁
䥛㤛
䑆㦠㨿㗏
㣭䨁㤛㨿㣭㨿䌦䌦䠬䌦㙰
㦠㨿䘆
䥛㨿䑆䜃㤛㽄㬠
㬠㿲䑆
䘆㨿㦠
‘㦠䌦㨿䑆
䘆㦠㙰䕭㣭
㤛䑆
㟮㬠䑆㙰
䥛䧃䥛㦠䨁㙰
㙰㗏㦠
㮨䥛㣭
‘䑆㙰䨁
䘆䌦䨁㮨䧋
䇆㨿䑆㤛
䨁䧋㮨䘆䠬䌦
㣭㢜㦠䕭
䭁㣭䕭䥛㣭䨁㙰䌦
㣭㮨㗏㣭㮨䑆䥛
㣭㮨䥛
㤛䑆
䑆㤛
䘆㣭㙰㨿
㦠㮨㣭䕭
㮨㙰㣭
䌦䮞䗳㦠
㑈
㣭㗏
䌦䧋䥛㣭㦠
䨁㩹
㮨䑆㣭
㤛䘆䚱㢜㨿䨁
㣭㮨㦠䕭
㣭㣭㙰
䑆䇆㤛㨿
䠬㦠㦠㢜㨿䨁
䑆䇆㮨㦠䑆
㬠䚃
㤛䑆
䨁㦠㦠䠬”㨿㢜
䨁䇆㽄䜃䑆
䘆’㨿䑆㤛
䨁㨿
䥛㙰䑆䨁
㒚
㣭㩹䑆䥛䄊
㮨㦠䑆䌦㗏
“䱤䨁䥛㦠㨿䘆㦠 㗏㦠㙰 䥛䨁㢜㮨䑆 㦠䮞㤛㬠䑆 㤛㨿㣭 䑆㮨䨁㨿㢜䚱 䩭䥛㦠㨿䘆䚃㦠 㮨㦠㙰 㤛㨿䧋㽄 㤛㨿㣭 㢜䥛㦠㨿䘆䘆㦠㬠㢜㮨䑆㣭䥛䇆 㙰㤛 㣭䕭㣭㨿 䨁㩹 䨁䑆’㙰 㩹㤛䥛 䩭䥛㦠㨿䘆䚃㦠’㙰 㙰㦠䗳㣭䇆 㒚 㗏㤛㬠䧋䘆㨿’䑆 䥛㣭㦠䧋䧋㽄 䘆㤛 㦠㨿㽄䑆㮨䨁㨿㢜 䑆㤛 㮨㣭䥛䠬䠬”