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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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Editor: Henyee Translations

Lucas's stomach tightened.

Fortunately, Mrs. Walton pretended not to see it and asked, "Then what is she?"

Amelia said, "Eldest Aunt is sick. Master said that Eldest Aunt has no intelligence now."

So she's still a little fool? Mrs. Walton thought to herself. What she was more hesitant about was… Mrs. Walton looked at the thin and emaciated Ling. She was thin and dark. Her dark skin was not the kind of dark skin that was tanned by the sun. It was like a burnt black…

"So is she… eating… or drinking blood?" Mrs. Walton asked hesitantly.

Everyone: "???"

Ling stood motionless in the living room and saw that the Walton family was discussing what she should eat. In the end, Amelia was confused. Did her eldest aunt eat? If she did, who had given her food all these years? If she didn't eat, her stomach would be flat from not eating for so many years, right? How pitiful.