Hearing Lily laugh, Charles Taylor wailed again.
The crying sounded as pitiful as could be, as desolate as possible.
"Wah… Abbie's bad… Wah… Abbie keeps beating Paul Davidson. She drew so many little turtles on Paul's face, boo hoo… Abbie's bad…"
Lily glanced at the game cards scattered all over the floor. No need to ask, Charles Taylor must have been dragged into playing cards by Abbie and ended up losing miserably.
Lily couldn't stand it anymore, so she went over to comfort him, "There, there, Paul, don't cry. Your cousin-in-law will stand up for you and scold Abbie. Don't cry anymore..."
Lily suppressed her laughter while comforting Charles Taylor, and motioned to Abbie beside her, "Go get a wet towel."
Little Abbie was too lazy to move.
However, he still listened to Mommy. With a rather complex look at Charles Taylor, Abbie trotted off.
A moment later, he came back with a wet towel.
Lily took it, lifted Charles Taylor's face, and wiped it for him.
