Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

Chapter 165: Not Sleeping Well

Translator: Henyee Translations       Editor: Henyee Translations

After Helena went missing, George could be said to be suffering from mental and physical stress. As he gathered information to look for his sister, he could not calm down to work. On the other hand, it was a critical period for the development of the Su Corporation. He could not leave and had to withstand the pressure. He could only work quietly in the dead of night. Gradually, he developed the habit of sleeping late and could only fall asleep at three to four in the morning almost every day. Until now, he had a very serious sleep disorder. If he did not sleep well for a long time, his body would collapse and he would often feel dizzy.

Amelia asked, “Eldest Uncle, are you not sleeping well at night?”

George asked, “Who did you hear that from?

Amelia shook the red string on her wrist. “The ugly auntie said so. The ugly auntie goes out at night. Sometimes, she likes to lean against Eldest Uncle’s window and watch him.” Amelia didn’t hide anything from George.

George: “…” He glanced at the red string on Amelia’s wrist and couldn’t help but imagine the scene that Amelia had mentioned. He was focused on work in the study, and there was a female ghost lying outside the window, staring at him motionlessly…

“Ahem.” George coughed and asked, “Mia, do you know how to draw talismans?

Amelia nodded. “Yes. What talismans does Eldest Uncle want?”

George said, “To ward off evil spirits.”

Amelia was speechless. She looked at George strangely and came to a realization. “Uncle, are you afraid of ghosts?”

George’s expression did not change as he retorted calmly, “No.”

Amelia looked like she had seen through him, but she didn’t expose his expression. She patted George’s hand and said, “It’s okay, Uncle. I understand.” George:

After returning to the Walton residence, Amelia received another round of feeding from Old Madam Walton. After eating and drinking his fill, Old Master Walton called George to the study with a solemn expression. Amelia accompanied Old Madam Walton and massaged her legs while talking to her excitedly before returning to her room.

Old Madam Walton had a smile on her face. Her legs, which had been massaged by Amelia, felt very light and relaxed, as if she could stand up in the next moment.

Amelia returned to her room and leaned over the table to draw. The first drawing was of an old Grandma sitting in a wheelchair. As she drew, she muttered, ‘Grandma’s legs aren’t good…”

The second painting was of a man working in the study. There were stars and the moon hanging high outside. There was also a female ghost leaning against the window. Amelia then muttered, ‘Eldest Uncle often can’t sleep…”

Like a patrolling soldier, the parrot, Seven, paced back and forth on the table.

It even spoke a series of incomprehensible words. In the end, it staggered and kicked Grandpa Turtle, who was lying on the corner of the table, down.. Grandpa Turtle: “???” Bullying it for not knowing how to speak? Fortunately, the table was not tall and there was a carpet on the ground, so it did not shatter its turtle shell. The old turtle crawled a few steps and curled up at Amelia’s feet.

Elmer put away the booklet and frowned. “This parrot is really noisy.”

Amelia asked, “Master, is there a way to treat sleeplessness?

Elmer lay on his side on the bay window and said slowly, “Is there anything that Master doesn’t know? Of course there’s a way to treat insomnia. Listen carefully. All of these are important. Poria, Dangshen…” He spoke very quickly, as if he didn’t expect Amelia to remember. He said eleven Chinese herbs in one go. Anyway, when they went to buy herbs, he had to repeat it.

Amelia repeated it as she wrote it down on the paper. “Poria, dangshen…” She repeated it word for word. Elmer was shocked. His disciple’s memory was heaven-defying? And she knew how to write? He hurriedly went closer to take a look and saw that the paper was filled with random scribbles. Meanwhile, Amelia continued writing seriously.

Elmer’s mouth twitched. “What is this?”

Amelia repeated the medicinal herbs represented by the picture that Elmer had pointed out. Elmer was so shocked that his scalp went numb. Was this the unique memory method of children who could not read? Were only they able to understand what was written?

Amelia wrote down the eleven Chinese herbs, then put away the paper and quickly ran out. “I’ll go find Eldest Uncle first!”

Seeing that Amelia had left, Seven flapped his wings and followed behind her.

Grandpa Turtle also stretched his neck and followed behind Seven slowly. Elmer floated at the back thoughtfully.

Amelia ran to the study and happened to hear someone say, “Mia’s father…”