Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!
Chapter 857 - 857: Grandma Is Shot

Chapter 857: Grandma Is Shot

Editor: Henyee Translations

At this moment, the alarm sounded. Soon, the police surrounded the Walton residence and shouted, “Everyone, raise your hands. Don’t move!”

In the past, the thieves would run when they saw the police, but now that they saw the police, they ran over as if they had seen their family. “Officer, save me! I’m guilty. Take me away! Please!”

The police: “???”

The thieves cried and begged to be taken away. The thief boss finally relaxed when he saw the police. After all, they often interacted with the police and could be considered acquaintances. It was much better than being with ghosts! He turned around in fear and saw that the Walton residence was brightly lit. There was no sign of ghosts.

The Walton family had all returned and were following behind the police. A cold-looking man was talking to the police and even glanced in his direction. The thief leader’s heart turned cold. It was over. They were really doomed this time!

George finished his statement and returned to Amelia’s side. Mrs. Walton was nagging, “I’ve really lived long enough to see a thief come to our house and try to steal my stone!” Mia had given her the stone!

Mrs. Walton was furious. If Mia hadn’t suddenly said she wanted to come back, wouldn’t they have stolen the stone?

“Where’s my frying pan?” Mrs. Walton rolled up her sleeves.

George said, “Alright, alright. Mom, bring Mia back to her room first. I’ll handle the matters outside.”

Eric also stopped her. “That’s right, Mom. It doesn’t have to be like that…” Then, he picked Amelia up and walked towards the room. He didn’t care if it was jade or not. Anyway, he had already hidden a piece. The rest had nothing to do with him.

Amelia suddenly looked at the leader of the thieves and said, “Fifth Uncle, he has your stone.”

Eric stopped in his tracks and looked fierce. “Which one? Which shameless person took my stone?”

Amelia:

The police took a photo of the stone in the thief boss’s hand and registered it. Then, they returned it to Eric. Only then did Eric calm down and glare at the thief boss.

Amelia frowned. She had a bad feeling. She looked at the gravel in Eric’s hand and felt that there was something hidden inside…

“Fifth Uncle, give me the stone.” Amelia reached out.

At this moment, Mrs. Walton was standing by the raw stone. She reached out to touch it and smelled the smell of pickles and salted fish. Amelia was looking at the rock in her hand in concentration. George was cooperating with the police to deal with the aftermath, and Alex was on the phone talking. No one noticed that the thief boss, who had been escorted into the police car, quietly raised a gun. No one knew where he got this gun, but his normal eyeballs had turned completely black, and there was no white left.

With a bang, a gunshot rang out.

Amelia’s hand trembled, and the rock in her hand fell to the ground and shattered into two again. Everyone was shocked and hurriedly looked over…

Mrs. Walton was stunned. She subconsciously reached out to touch her chest. Her hand was covered in blood… Her vision darkened and she fell.

“Grandma!”

“Mom!”

“Old lady!”

The Walton residence fell into chaos. The police quickly restrained the thief boss and realized that he had fallen behind at some point. He was holding a gun in his hand. It was the weapon that they had just confiscated. The police broke out in cold sweat. It was over. Someone had died. The one in trouble was the Walton family’s Old Madam! But why? They had clearly taken away the thief’s weapon! Why was there still a gun? If it was a mistake in their inspection and they did not replace this gun, it would be their serious negligence and implicated innocent lives!

“That’s not right… I just put away this gun. I remember…” A police officer was shocked and confused. Why would the gun that had just been put away return to the thief’s hands?

“Take him away. Take the prisoner away first! Call an ambulance quickly…”

Mrs. Walton could no longer hear anything around her. Her eyelids were so heavy. She heard Mia squatting beside her and crying helplessly.

Mrs. Walton’s heart ached. She struggled to open her eyes, wanting to tell Mia not to be afraid, but she couldn’t open them.

“Mia…” Mrs. Walton murmured silently, falling completely into darkness.

In the hospital.

The Walton family walked back and forth. The bullet pierced through the edge of Mrs. Walton’s heart, and the ICU issued a critical condition notice several times. Amelia sat on a chair outside the ICU with a cold body and looked at her hands in a daze. She could have avoided it. Why didn’t she think of reading Grandma’s fortune just now? She clearly felt that something was wrong, so why did she pay attention to the rock in her hand?