Chapitre 78: Strange Little Boy

That little kid was covered in blood. His drooping hands were black, and his clothes were wet. His hair covered his entire face. Because Amelia carried him too easily, from Old Madam Walton's view, it looked like a ghost lying on Amelia's body. Old Madam Walton's mind exploded, and she immediately thought of the word "ghost possession".

"Mia…" Old Madam Walton clutched her chest, her voice trembling. Amelia looked up in confusion and realized that Old Madam Walton had also entered with a frightened expression. She immediately threw the little kid on her back down. With a bang, the little kid fell to the ground and let out a muffled groan.

Amelia ignored the little kid and ran over to hug Old Madam Walton. Old Madam Walton thought that she was afraid and was about to comfort her when she heard Amelia say in a childish voice, "Be good, be good. Grandma, don't be afraid. Mia is here."