Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! Chapter 704: Granny Feeds the Dog, One Bite After Another

Chapter 704: Granny Feeds the Dog, One Bite After Another

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Mr. Walton was speechless. What an ingrate. Who had been accompanying her to square dance, carrying props, and filming videos all this time? And looking for other old men!

Mrs. Walton was in a good mood when she saw Mr. Walton suffer. She picked up a basin of rice and sat at the door. “Come, Domineering CEO, come and eat!”

Mr. Walton was speechless. Every time he heard that name, he was reminded of George.

George, who was working hard at the company, sneezed.

The wolfdog was a little better than a few days ago. Amelia’s prescription was effective. When it heard Mrs. Walton call it to eat, it reluctantly moved over, as if it was afraid of food. Its stomach had been burned by rat poison, and eating was no longer a happy thing for it.

Mrs. Walton put down the rice bowl and scooped the wolfdog over with her left hand. She held a spoon in her right hand and scooped up the rice before stuffing it into the wolfdog’s mouth. “Eat more. Mia prescribed medicine for you. Look at you. You’ve been in much better spirits these few days. If you don’t eat, your stomach will hurt. Eat well. In a few days, your stomach will definitely not hurt anymore. Mia weighed you. With your weight, this basin of rice will definitely not be a problem. You have to finish it.”

Every time Mrs. Walton said something, she would feed the wolfdog a spoonful of rice. As the saying went, a grandmother fed a dog, bite after bite.

The wolfdog: “” It had no choice but to keep swallowing. It could no longer eat more after half a basin of rice.

Mrs. Walton was very persistent. “No, you can eat it!” With that, she pried open the wolfdog’s mouth and continued to feed it.

The wolfdog: “”

Mr. Walton didn’t know what to say. He was both amused and speechless. The old lady really had nothing better to do, but he didn’t dare say it out loud.

Mr. Walton stood up and stretched his back. He walked up to Mrs. Walton with his hands behind his back. Seeing that she was working so hard, he helped her pick up the bowl on the ground. The two elders squatted at the door and fed the dog with interest.

The wolfdog looked like it had nothing to live for. It finally finished the pot of medicinal cuisine, meat, bone, and rice. Mrs. Walton, who had been spending time with it every day, did not notice that the wolfdog’s fur was s.h.i.+nier than a few days ago and looked stronger.

“Still too thin.” Mrs. Walton shook her head. “How about another pot?”

The wolfdog: ” It turned its head and looked at Guard who was squinting in the sun.

Guard turned his head: Don’t look at me, I can’t eat anymore.

At this moment, the wolfdog’s ears suddenly perked up. Its docile expression a second ago suddenly became fierce, and its sharp eyes stared at the door.

Mrs. Walton turned to look. Nothing.

“What are you looking at?” Mrs. Walton asked curiously.

The wolfdog suddenly stood up and barked wildly. It was so docile and obedient that it even made an attacking posture.

Mr. Walton was surprised. “What’s going on?”

The dog barked in the direction of the door, but there was no one at the door. This strange scene made Mrs. Walton panic. She felt that some “person” would appear in front of her in the next second.

Mr. Walton said in a low voice, “Let’s go in first.” He called Mr. Smith over. Mr. Smith led the security officers to check the entire Walton residence and did not find anything unusual.

Mr. Walton comforted her. “It’s noon. There’s nothing wrong. Don’t think too much.”

Mrs. Walton nodded, but the uneasiness in her heart did not decrease. Although it was noon, the weather had already turned cold. Although the sun was s.h.i.+ning outside, the inside of the house was cold. The dogs were barking outside. The Walton residence was big enough. The two dogs were raised outside and did not come in.

Mrs. Walton looked up and met a pair of eyes. She was so frightened that her heart shrank. Then, she said angrily, “Gold, what are you doing squatting here?!”

Gold stared down the corridor, growling low in his throat as if in warning. Mrs Walton glanced back down the corridor, and her scalp tingled even more. The corridor was empty. There was nothing…

No one saw a woman standing stiffly at the end of the corridor. She was dressed in white, her hair hanging straight down. Her dead fish-like eyes were fixed on Mrs. Walton. She reached straight out and floated towards Mrs. Walton…

Gold suddenly screeched and pounced! But it was useless.

The female ghost pa.s.sed through Gold and grabbed Mrs. Walton’s neck!

Amelia had just woken up from her afternoon nap in the kindergarten when she saw Mr. Smith rus.h.i.+ng to pick her up. She was still half asleep and asked blankly, “Eh? Uncle Smith, why are you here?” Did she sleep until school ended?