Chapter 7

Myla’s mouth hung open in disbelief. This boy, who couldn’t have been older than 10, had just called her a tramp!

‘Turn him over your knee and spank him,’ Wyla huffed, reacting to the insult.

“That’s too much for your tiny mouth, shortie,” Myla retorted, placing her hands defiantly on her hips, her eyes glaring at the rude child.

The boy sniffed haughtily, acting as if he was above the situation.

“You don’t have the right to touch something as precious as that with your filthy hands,” he said, abruptly turning around, intent on walking away.

He looked a bit like Noah, just much cuter. It was disheartening that this adorable child could be so foul-mouthed.

“What’s so precious about it?” Myla taunted, feigning another attempt to touch the item.

With lightning speed, the boy snatched the pot from its spot.

“Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb! You’re dumb! Visitors shouldn’t dare touch things they haven’t been asked to touch!” he yelled, scolding her.

Myla was amazed; she had never seen anyone move s