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Today was Saturday, and George was in the study dealing with some matters. Old Master Walton was also there, talking to him about something. Suddenly, they heard Old Madam Walton’s shout, and the two of them immediately went out. Old Madam Walton controlled the wheelchair with an anxious expression. “Mia is missing. Her parrot said that someone stole a child.”

In the room, Seven tilted its head. When did it say that?

George walked into Amelia’s room and realized that there was indeed no one inside. He immediately instructed, “Uncle Smith, go and check the surveillance cameras. Send a few more people to the manor to look for her. Also, Mother Taylor, go and ask if the servants on duty heard anything.”

After George finished giving his instructions, he took out his phone and was about to call the police when a soft voice sounded from behind. “Eldest Uncle, what are you looking for?”

Amelia hugged the kitten doll with one hand and rubbed her eyes with the other. She yawned loudly. Beside her was the sleepy Emma. Emma’s eyes were swollen, and she looked like she was still in a daze.

The Walton Family: Why was Amelia in Emma’s room? Also, why was Emma up? She actually got up without throwing a tantrum?

At the same time, on the other side, Sarah was having breakfast with her mother. Sarah would glance at her cell phone from time to time and calculate how long it would be before Emma woke up. When she woke up, she would definitely smash things and cry. The Walton Family must have been exhausted from coaxing Emma last night. This time, they would probably call her to go back, right?

Sarah kept looking at her cell phone. It was finally almost eleven o’clock. It was time for Emma to wake up. Emma’s grandmother said, “Don’t worry. In less than ten minutes, the Walton Family will call and beg you to go back”

Sarah: “What if they don’t call?”

Emma’s grandmother shook her head. “That’s impossible. At most, when they call, they’ll be prideful and order that you go back If you say that you don’t want to go back, they might be stubborn and say they won’t care, but they would definitely call. It’s impossible for them to not call!”

Sarah was relieved and continued to wait. However, as she waited, the Walton Family still did not call at noon. Sarah could not sit still anymore. “No, I have to go back and take a look.”

Emma’s grandmother tugged at Sarah a few times, but she could not hold her back. She felt that Sarah was too impatient. Which child could leave their mother? The ones who should be anxious were the Walton Family!

In the Walton Family, Amelia was painting with Emma. She handed Emma a piece of white paper. “Here.”

Emma turned her head. “Hmph, I don’t want anything from you.” Although she said that, her hand took it honestly.

Amelia asked curiously, “I thought you didn’t want it?”

Emma raised her chin. “My paper isn’t white enough. Since you gave me yours, I’ll reluctantly use it.”

Amelia

After a while, Amelia and Emma both drew a painting. Amelia said, “Wait, I’ll send it to my old friend.” With that, she ran out to look for Old Master Walton and pulled him over.

Old Master Walton took off his reading glasses. “What did Mia draw today?”

Amelia took her painting. “Grandpa, look. It’s a portrait of eggs today!”

Old Master Walton couldn’t help but laugh. “What about Emma?

Emma was originally a little down when she saw Old Master Walton smiling at Amelia’s painting and ignoring her. Now that Old Master Walton asked her, her eyes lit up and she said happily, “Mine is a portrait of a hen.”

Old Master Walton’s eyebrows twitched. He looked at Emma’s painting and realized that it was not bad. Although it was not as lively as Amelia’s, it was still filled with childish wonder.

Amelia picked up Old Master Walton’s phone and took a photo of her painting. Then, she took a photo of Emma’s painting and sent it to Hubert. After sending it, she even sent a voice message. “Teacher Lawrence, these are Sister Emma and I’s painting.”

Soon, Hubert replied, “Both of you draw very well. Do you mind if I post on Twitter to show off?”

Amelia turned around and asked Emma. Seeing that she agreed, she happily replied to Hubert that she didn’t mind.

After a while, Hubert posted the painting on Twitter. This time, not only was there Amelia’s, but there was also Emma’s. Although Emma couldn’t read, her eyes lit up when she saw that Twitter post. So this was how it felt to be praised?! Although her mother had always said things like ‘Emma is great’ and ‘Emma is the best’, no one had praised her except her mother.. It turned out that she didn’t have to cry to be praised or noticed by others…