Mrs. Walton had heard Amelia talk about Harper falling from the balcony on the second floor when he was two or three years old. With such a reaction speed, there was no way not to make her wonder if Harper's brain had been damaged when he fell or if he had left any problems. When she had time, she'd better take him to check his brain.
After dinner, Amelia went to her room and slept until noon. Mrs. Walton didn't say anything, but at lunch, she added an extra dumpling with fresh shrimp filling. She didn't know when Amelia woke up, but it wasn't until there was a clicking sound upstairs that Mrs. Walton felt that something was wrong.
Upstairs, Amelia was tiptoeing and leaning against the door with a screwdriver in her hand. "Find the lock core first… the screwdriver is here…" With a click, the lock was successfully unlocked.
Amelia: "Wow! The screwdriver is amazing!"
Seven flapped his wings at the side and cheered Amelia on.
