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Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

The Miller family had a troublemaker in the family. Her name was Amelia Miller. Her mother died in childbirth when she was born. Her stepmother fell off a flight of stairs while pregnant and died. Amelia's father punished her by making her face the wall in the attic. The attic was dark and humid, and there was no sunlight at all. Nobody brought her food, and Amelia thought she might very well die there. Moments before her death, she dialed a number that her mother had told her before she passed away. After she hung up, there were rumbling sounds all around her. The Miller family's residence was surrounded by a group of bodyguards dressed in black. Eight men got out of their cars, each with a different aura. They went directly to the attic. The man who led them went down on one knee and held Amelia, unconscious, in his arms. He had a solemn expression on his face. "The Miller family needs to go bankrupt." After sleeping the entire night, Amelia woke up to find that her father was bankrupt. Her family members were all homeless. Meanwhile, she... She had eight uncles and a kind grandfather who loved her dearly. Amelia's father regretted what he did, and he was unwilling to accept his fate. So what if Amelia was living a good life now? She was still the troublemaker who got her mother killed and her father bankrupt! Little did he know, after Amelia returned to her uncle's house, their luck only seemed to improve. Even her bedridden grandmother could now get out of bed and dance in the square! Finally, a god-like man claimed to be her father. He pampered her to the point where the entire world became envious of her.

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Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

After Mayor Haslet and the others left, Mrs. Walton also woke up. Recently, she had been able to eat and sleep and felt like she had put on weight.

"Other than me, there's no one else who can gain three pounds by staying in the hospital." Mrs. Walton complained, but her eyes were very smug. It was all because her Mia had taken good care of her! Her Mia was the best baby in the world!

"Also… can we stop injecting…" Mrs. Walton glanced at the IV drip on the back of her hand. No matter how old one was, they were afraid of injections!

Mr. Walton was unromantic and had a serious expression. "You're already in your eighties, yet you're still calculative about whether you're fat or not! The injection is for your own good. You should be content that you're recovering so well!"

Mrs. Walton was instantly angry. She threw the pillow at Mr. Walton and pointed at the door. "Get out!"

Mr. Walton was speechless. How did he provoke her again?