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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

Uncle Smith sneered. "They've never contacted each other on the Internet, nor do they know each other in real life. They've never met or interacted with each other. Then, your child jumped off a building, but you're clamoring for our Fourth Young Master to take responsibility? Where does this logic come from?" According to them, was it someone who choked on rice one day and had to blame the farmer who grew rice? If they went to the river to play with water and drowned, they had to blame the river for flowing?

Although Uncle Smith's words were a little cold, he had to be firm when dealing with these shameless people. Otherwise, if he hesitated or gave in at all, they would bite him even harder.

The girl's father smashed the mineral water bottle in his hand on the ground and shouted, "What's the use of saying so much! My child is already dead! It's not your child who died. Don't you know how to feel sorry for her?"

Uncle Smith's eyes turned cold.