Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

Chapter 82: Believe It Or Not

Translator: Henyee Translations       Editor: Henyee Translations

Sylvia was annoyed. “It’s my son who’s lying inside! How can I not be worried?”

James: “…” He touched his nose and silently looked at the door of the emergency room. At this moment, the door of the operating theater opened and the doctor walked out with a solemn expression. “Mr. Spencer, Madam Spencer, we’ve already done our best…”

Sylvia’s legs went soft. James immediately held her and pulled her into his arms. Sylvia said in a trembling voice, “No, that’s impossible…”

The doctor shook his head. “Please be mentally prepared.” When Oliver was first sent over, he had lost too much blood. They had transfused blood in time, but for some reason, Oliver’s breathing was getting weaker and weaker even though his physical indicators were already normal.

“We’ve already done all the tests and resuscitation measures we can. Young Master Spencer’s face is dark, and he looks like he’s been poisoned, but the poison test report shows that he’s not poisoned.” The doctor said, “There’s also the unexplained weight lost. When Young Master was sent over last night, he still weighed 30 kilograms, but slowly, he fell to 25 kilograms…” The doctors’ hair were about to fall out, yet they could not find the reason for the loss of 5 kilograms overnight. This was simply unheard of. They had never seen such a situation.

The doctor said, “If you don’t want Young Master Spencer to suffer, we suggest that you bring Young Master Spencer back and prepare for his funeral.” The doctor didn’t want to say this to the patient’s family, especially with James Spencer’s identity. One action from him could shake the entire capital. However, he also clearly understood that Young Master Spencer couldn’t be saved. Even the gods couldn’t save him. Instead of suffering in the intensive care unit filled with tubes, it was better to go back and die cleanly.

Sylvia’s tears fell. James pursed his lips and Amelia’s words suddenly appeared in his mind: [This Brother’s illness is not ordinary. If this Brother doesn’t wake up, Uncle, remember to look for Mia.]

In an instant, James seemed to have made up his mind and said, “Let’s go.

Bring Oliver back.”

Sylvia was in complete despair.

Oliver was pushed out of the operating theater. His face was dark, and his cheeks were sunken like a skeleton. Sylvia choked. “Oliver, Mommy will bring you home.” Forget it. Thinking about how her son was so young and had to wait for death in the ICU with tubes all over his body, it was better to go home and they would send him on his last journey.

The car drove out. James’s car turned in front and drove towards the Walton residence. Sylvia’s face was ashen. She hugged Oliver and talked without looking at where the car was going. Until a call came in and James pressed the answer button. Old Madam Spencer’s exasperated voice sounded, “James, where did you take Oliver?!”

James said calmly, “The doctor said that we can’t save Oliver. I’ll bring him to the Walton residence.” He repeated what Amelia had told him yesterday to Old Madam Spencer. Old Madam Spencer was also Oliver’s Grandma. She was a superstitious old woman. She was the type who would even calculate the auspicious times before she ate. When she heard James’s words, she said angrily, “What’s the use of finding the little girl? Hurry up and bring Oliver back. I found a master to treat him. He will definitely be saved!”

James frowned. His mother had looked for many masters, but those masters were all liars. He said in a low voice, “There’s no need.”

Old Madam Spencer’s voice was so loud that even Sylvia heard it. “What do you mean there’s no need! Come back quickly when I tell you to! I found Master Murphy this time! Do you know who Master Murphy is? Others can’t meet him even if they begged. Master Murphy is about to become an immortal! You don’t believe in Master Murphy, but you want to find a little girl! Fool!”

James said indifferently, “I’m hanging up.” With that, he hung up.

Sylvia hugged Oliver and asked James, “Are we going to the Walton residence to look for Amelia?” She had also heard of Amelia, the little daughter of the Walton family.

James asked Sylvia, “Do you believe Amelia’s words?” If she said that she didn’t believe him, he would turn around and bring Oliver home. Unexpectedly,

Sylvia replied firmly, “I believe her!” Because their Oliver was carried out by Amelia, and while Oliver was still unconscious, Amelia had already predicted he would be unable to wake up, Sylvia had to believe Amelia for once!

On the other side, Old Lady Spencer hung up the phone. She was so angry that she was about to vomit blood.. Master Murphy, can you come with me to the Walton residence?”