Song Ci

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.

Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

The caretaker was stunned and looked at Amelia. Where did this child come from? Nosy!

The caretaker put on a confused expression. "I didn't… This little kid can't spout nonsense." She didn't see Quella immediately just now because she was at the corner of the garden with Old Master Carl. She firmly believed that Quella didn't see her, so as long as she refused to admit it, she would believe it. As for what a child said, who could believe her?

Quella's expression was very bad, especially after hearing Amelia's words. She was not sure if the caretaker was lying or not. She could only say, "The Old Master is muddle-headed right now. Didn't I tell you before that when you go to the washroom, push Old Master back to his room first. If you go to the washroom, it will take at least ten minutes. What if something happens to Old Master during this period?"

There Will Be No Next Time