After venting, Mara calmed down.

She saw it was dark outside, but no one called her back, and her heart was restless.

"Mom, I'd better go back. I'll go back and beg her, even if I have to put up with it for Lulu."

In the end, Mara was still afraid of being driven away.

Chloe's eyes glared, "Why are you begging her? You've been too nice all along. That's why they bully you like this."

She took out the phone and made several detours before she asked one of the Murray family maids about Lulu's afternoon crying.

Chloe said proudly, "Look. Lucy cries so much without you. Don't worry; they can't handle Lucy. You should wait for them to beg you."

Mara hesitated, "No way."

Chloe held her arms, "How is that impossible? No child can leave mom. From Lucy's birth to now, you have not left a day. Tonight, Lucy must be haunted."

Everyone knew when Lucy made trouble, no one could coax her well.

"Listen to mom. I have been here before. In less than two days, they will beg you to go back."

Mara couldn't decide, but she thought her mother had a point.

No one could handle Lucy crying, and the Murray family couldn't let Lucy cry all night, could they? Even if she called herself to sleep this night, what about Tomorrow?

Zion looked better than Lucy but was more challenging to get. He loved to play games. Once one interrupted him, he would smash the phone in anger.

Mara was relieved to think about it.

She was betting that she would show Murray family. When they found out they couldn't do without her, they would not dare to let David divorce her again.

Lucy got red-eyed at night without her mother by her side.

However, once she remembered how crying couldn't fill the basin, she did not dare to cry and fuss again.

Ada felt sorry for her and sighed, "Go to sleep. Just get up Tomorrow."

Lucy covered the quilt, and flattened mouth with tears.

"You get out. I don't want you." She shouted, choking on a sob.

Ada wanted to say something, but Lucy suddenly grabbed a pillow and smashed it hard on Ada's face, "Go away."

She didn't want Ada but her mother.

Lucy didn't cry and fuss anymore but still had the same temper, sweeping everything off the table with a clatter.

Ada had to leave while saying, "If you need anything, you ring the bell."

Ada saw Alana standing beside Susie in her pajamas when she walked outside.

Alana asked, "And she threw a tantrum?"

Ada said, "Much better. Do not get angry. She is a child."

Alana grunted.

Just because she was a child, it was necessary to educate her.

If they did not educate her when she was young, could she grow up to understand suddenly?

That's not possible.

Susie held the bunny, thought about it, and knocked on the door. With a serious face, she said in a cute voice, "Lucy, are you afraid of being alone at night? There are ghosts at night. Are you afraid of ghosts? Why don't I accompany you?"

Lucy glared and thought Susie was the bad guy. That's what she said on purpose.

"I don't want your company. Get out." Only to hear a bang, Lucy slammed the door.

Susie blinked innocently. It's true what she said. There really were ghosts.

Lucy closed the door but was still not relieved, so she opened the door and came out again, smashing a water glass.

Alana said coldly, "Come on, Susie. Ignore her."

Susie had to carry the rabbit to her room and waved her hand to Alana at the door, "Good night, Grandma."

Alana nodded, "Good night."

Alana sighed, "Am I being too strict with Lucy?"

Susie hesitated momentarily, stood on tiptoe, and touched Alana's head.

"Grandma, don't worry. Everything will be fine."

She had a serious face but a sweaty voice, pretending to be a small adult.

Alana couldn't help but smile, and the melancholy in her heart was unexpectedly smoothed out.

*

In Susie's room.

Mitch said, "Juicy, today, I teach you spells. Do you know what that is?"

Susie looked suspicious, "I am still young. Don't lie to children."

How could a person split a fireball? She was not a three-year-old anymore but four years old and already knew many things.

Seeing Susie not believe it, Mitch hooked his lips, "Okay, you have talent. But spells are different. This needs to practice on the theory; fewer people could do it. Normally, you do not believe it. Hey, so you can not do it either."

Susie frowned, "Are you using a provocative method? Don't worry. I didn't accept it."

This child was a four-year-old, but how could she be so challenging to handle?

Susie stared at him, "You show me once. Then, I will believe it."

The corner of Mitch's mouth twitched, "I need to remind you that I am a ghost."

Susie understood and nodded, "Oh. That means that you can't either."

Mitch stroked his forehead, “I can't?"

He glared, "I am afraid your hair will be burned away. You know, I am powerful."

Susie wanted to say something, "But…"

Mitch said, "Okay, Kids, don't ask so many questions. Here, repeat after me."

Susie was speechless when seeing such a master.

On the other side, Lucy was hugging the blanket and was crying secretly.

Although she was afraid of crying, she felt very aggrieved.

While crying, she subconsciously touched tears and quickly climbed up to get a cup to fill.

A sudden gust of wind blew by, and the window snapped softly.

Lucy was so frightened that she immediately looked over.

She rubbed her eyes. Why did she seem to see a white shadow?

Lucy's hands shivered, and she fiercely threw the cup away into the quilt.

The only sound under the covers was her breathing, but she felt someone else was with her.

Lucy's foot was tugged.

She screamed and jerked up and ran for the door, crying out as she did so, "Mommy."

Behind her, a white shadow raised hands and slowly walked toward her.