Chapter 81: Nightmare
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Amelia wanted to say something, but Elmer quickly reminded her. Amelia imitated him one by one. “Uncle, this brother’s illness is different. If this brother doesn’t wake up after going back, remember to look for Mia.”
James nodded casually, clearly not taking Amelia’s words to heart. What could a four-year-old child do? If Oliver really couldn’t be saved, could she still save Oliver?
James left with Oliver. Amelia looked at the departing convoy with a worried expression. Old Madam Walton came over and said, “Alright, let’s go back too.” Originally, she wanted to spend the night in the wetland park so that Amelia could experience camping at night, look at the night sky, and touch the morning dew. However, now that such a thing had happened, Old Madam Walton felt her heart skip a beat. Thinking of Oliver’s kidnapping, she still felt that it was safer to go back first.
After the Walton family finished discussing, they quickly packed their things and rushed back to the Walton family’s manor overnight. Amelia was so tired that she fell asleep on the way.
As for Evelyn’s family, after the Walton family and the Spencer family left, they also packed up and left. Evelyn’s mother said enviously, “Did you guys see just now? Mr. Spencer actually smiled at Amelia. I don’t know where she got her good luck from. She even b.u.mped into the young master of the Spencer family who was kidnapped when she came out to play.”
Evelyn’s father said, “Yes, the Spencer family is different from the Walton family. The Walton family has many children, but Oliver is the only child in the Spencer family. Sigh, whoever can catch Oliver’s eye in the future will be lucky.”
Evelyn leaned against the child’s seat and pretended to be asleep, but she firmly remembered what her parents had said in her heart. She felt that it was very unfair. She did not know why Amelia always had such good luck. If she was also born in the Walton family, her luck would also be so good! Hmph!
Amelia slept very soundly. She seemed to have a dream. In the dream, she saw the “little ghost” that she had carried back. The “little ghost”‘s face was covered in blood as he stared at her expressionlessly. Amelia shuddered and woke up in fright! She ran downstairs barefooted and shouted, “Grandma, Grandma!”
Old Madam Walton hurriedly came out. “Mia? Why are you awake so early? Aiyo, where are your slippers? Hurry up and put them on.”
George went to the company early in the morning. Dylan and Eric went to the police station to settle some follow-up matters. No one knew where the others went. Only Chris was wearing casual clothes and sitting at the dining table drinking coffee. He looked at Amelia’s feet and said, “Mia, come here.”
Amelia obediently called him Fourth Uncle. Just as she walked over, Chris picked her up and placed her on a chair at the side.
Amelia asked Old Madam Walton, “Grandma, has the boy we saved yesterday woken up?
Old Madam Walton: “I don’t know yet. Wait, I’ll call and ask now.”
Amelia nodded. Chris leaned back in his chair and pushed up his gold-rimmed gla.s.ses. He chuckled and asked Amelia, “Why are you so concerned about that boy?” How long had it been since their Walton family’s little darling was found? Was she going to be taken away by another young man?
Amelia looked at Chris and thought that Fourth Uncle was really good-looking. However, when he smiled, he was a little naughty. She kept feeling that he was full of evil tricks.
“Fourth Uncle, they say that saving a life is better than building a seven-story paG.o.da,” Amelia said with a serious expression. She had just dreamed of that boy and did not know if he was dead.
Chris chuckled. He casually picked up a milk gla.s.s and poured a gla.s.s of milk for Amelia. Then, he pushed the breakfast buns in front of Amelia and knocked on the table with his slender fingers. “Eat.”
Amelia’s stomach growled. She was really hungry, so she picked up the big bun and took a bite. At this moment, Old Madam Walton returned and said, “Mia, Grandma called just now and, they said that Oliver isn’t awake yet.” She sighed softly. Actually, not only was he not awake, but she heard that he had stopped breathing this morning and was sent to the emergency room.
On the other side, on the top floor of the private hospital, James stood outside the emergency room in a suit. He pursed his lips and looked outside. Sitting beside him was a woman. The woman stood up after sitting for a while and paced back and forth in front of the resuscitation room. This woman was Oliver’s mother, Sylvia Marshall.
James paused for a moment and comforted her with some unfamiliarity. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine..”