Amelia pulled Rebecca's hand away and turned to run. Rebecca was a little shocked, when had this brat become so strong? But no matter how strong she was, it didn't change the fact that Amelia was only three years old. She immediately caught Amelia again and covered her mouth: "Mia, you killed the baby in my stomach. I didn't blame you, and I was still willing to play with you, but you treat me like this."
Amelia whimpered and shook her head. Rebecca smiled, her expression completely different from when she was about to hit Amelia in the past. She hunched over Amelia's ear and said evilly: "Mia, do you want to say that you didn't push me? But if you hadn't scared me that day when you suddenly appeared, how would I have fallen down the stairs? You have to take responsibility, okay? I don't have a baby now and I'm so pitiful, so when your Uncles ask you, you have to tell them that it was you who pushed me down the stairs, okay?"
