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Mrs. Walton was really flustered now. She returned to her room and hurriedly shook Mr. Walton awake. “Get up! Get up!’
Unmovable, Mr. Walton rolled over and continued to sleep.
Mrs. Walton scolded him angrily, “Sleep, sleep, sleep! All you know is sleep!
Mia is missing, do you know?!”
Unexpectedly, Mr. Walton opened his eyes with a whoosh and got up. “What? Mia’s gone?”
Mrs. Walton was speechless. She cursed and went to various places to look for Alia. There was no study on the third floor, no guest room, no ho theater, no pool table, no under the table, no balcony on the fifth floor, no sunroom… Wait… Mrs. Walton suddenly looked up and saw five or six people lying on the roof. The smallest figure was Alia. Who else could it be? She had a bamboo basket over her head!
Mrs. Walton was instantly furious. These people actually brought children to the roof for the night? The fog was so thick at night. What if they accidentally had a fever? What if they turned over and accidentally fell off the railing? Children were insensible, but were adults also fooling around?
Mrs. Walton was furious. As soon as Mr. Walton ca over, he saw Mrs. Walton grabbing the stairs like a monkey. She took three steps at a ti and quickly climbed to the roof.
Mr. Walton opened his mouth. Was… was this really his wife, who had been paralyzed for many years and had only recently stood up?
Mrs. Walton climbed to the top of the building and looked at Alia. The bamboo basket was relatively large, and Alia was lying flat on her back. One side of the bamboo basket covered her small head, and the other was resting on her small stomach. The little thing rolled over, her legs curling up, and she was caught in the bamboo basket.
Mrs. Walton carefully lifted the bamboo basket and touched Alia’s forehead with heartache. She was relieved to make sure that she did not have a fever.
At this mont, George woke up. He sat up and pressed his aching eyebrows. “Mom?” He looked around and realized that Helena was gone.
After dawn, Helena returned to Alia’s Soul Retrieving Gourd.
Eric got up and looked around in a panic. “Mom is here? Let’s go!’
Mrs. Walton slapped Eric on the head. Eric instantly hugged his head and did not dare to move.
The others were also woken up. When they saw Mrs. Walton standing in front of them aggressively, they were stunned for a mont before hurriedly saying, “Mom, why are you up here?” Was it reasonable for an old lady to climb so high?
Mrs. Walton was so angry that she laughed. “You still have the cheek to ask?
How old is Mia? How dare you bring her to the roof!”
Alia was woken up by Mrs. Walton’s voice, but she was not fully awake. It was only past six o’clock. In the past, she would still be asleep at this ti, so she was in a daze now. She reached out her small hand and shouted softly, “Cheers! Eldest Uncle, Mia wants another glass of wine!” With that, she looked at Mrs. Walton in a daze. Eh? Was Grandma here too? She snuggled into Mrs. Walton’s arms and muttered softly before falling asleep again.
Mrs Walton lowered her head, her expression unreadable.
The Walton brothers: ‘ It’s over! This is completely over!
Eric tiptoed and was about to slip away with his slippers. George’s expression did not change as he followed closely behind, pretending that nothing had happened.
Mrs. Walton said sinisterly, “Stop right there, all of you!’
The Walton brothers:
Ten minutes later, Alia was carried back to her room and fell asleep in her comfortable little bed. The Walton brothers, however, stood in a line at the door with their heads down.
Mrs. Walton ca out, closed the door, and looked at her troubleso sons with her hands behind her back. “Tell , who led the way?”
All the brothers looked at George in unison.
George: “…” If he rembered correctly, the first person Helena looked for was Chris, right?
George coughed and said in a deep voice, “Mom, let explain…”
Mrs. Walton glared. “I’m not listening!’
George was speechless. When won were unreasonable, age did not matter.
In the end, the Walton brothers were punished to do a thousand push m ups at the door.
When Alia got up, she saw her uncles lying on the lawn outside the door like dead fish. She was stunned. She grabbed the railing of the balcony and waved. “Eldest Uncle, Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, Eighth Uncle! What are you doing!’
In theory, 500 push-ups took more than an hour. The Walton brothers did it on and off for more than two hours! They had been traumatized by push-ups for their entire lives! Now that Alia greeted them, they did not even have the strength to raise their arms..
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