Mischievous Lolita in the Doll

Bertie squeezed past Xia Ye, not carrying an umbrella. Before squeezing over, she carefully hid the girl's fallen shoe in her pocket. Because she did it secretly, Xia Ye didn't notice.

Seeing Xia Ye looking over, she smiled sheepishly: "I forgot my umbrella, could you give me a ride?"

"Mm." Xia Ye replied, then silently tilted the umbrella toward the catgirl to show her friendliness.

Rainwater streamed down the umbrella and onto the catgirl's head.

"Hiss—" The cat girl was startled by the chilling sensation above her head and looked at Xia Ye, who had unintentionally done something wicked, with a look of horror.

Are you out of your mind?

Chapter 158 I Don't Want You Anymore

A flash of white light appeared, and two figures appeared in Eileen's villa, or rather, one figure sandwiched between two other figures.

Eileen's face was extremely unpleasant. If the girl was being naughty when the two of them were playing in private, she wouldn't say anything, which is a mother's tolerance. But now it's different. This little guy actually stepped on her breasts in public!

Eileen roughly threw her daughter onto the sofa, then stormed off to the table.

When Mil saw his mother go to get the feather duster from the table, he panicked. He didn't even care about being roughly thrown onto the sofa. He rushed over and grabbed Eileen's leg to try to stop her.

Eileen looked coldly at her daughter who was clinging to her leg: "Let go."

"Mom, I was wrong, please don't be angry," Milther pleaded, trembling.

"Let go of me, I don't want you anymore, I'm not your mother anymore." Eileen's voice grew colder and colder. Today, the girl's words that she had abandoned her had already made Eileen angry enough. She had finally calmed down when the little one started being naughty again, and now the two angers were combined.

Eileen continued walking forward with her daughter on her lap.

"Waaaaah... Mom, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been naughty... Waaaah, please don't abandon me." Mir used her special move—crying before being hit. As long as she cried before Eileen hit her, she had a chance to escape being hit once.

“I won’t hit you,” Eileen said with a cold laugh. Before Mil could even show a happy expression, she continued, “You’re no longer my daughter. I don’t want you anymore. Go away!”

As she spoke, she lifted Mir off her lap, got off, and pushed her towards the door.

Mir felt as if she had been struck by lightning; her world fell silent.

"Mother……"

"Don't call me Mom!" Eileen was really angry at this point, but she regretted it as soon as she said it.

Sure enough, the girl burst into tears, and instead of throwing a tantrum on the ground, she ran out of Eileen's apartment while crying.

Eileen paused for a moment, then reached out and made a grasping motion in the direction Mill had run off to, but she didn't use her abilities to stop her daughter from leaving. It wasn't that she didn't love her daughter; in fact, her heart was breaking when the girl ran out of the house.

Eileen didn't know what to do. She had really gone too far this time. She had never said "I don't want you anymore" to Mil before. Although the girl had started it, Eileen just felt that she was wrong.

“I…” Eileen looked at her right hand, the hand she often used to stroke the girl’s head.

No! That shouldn't be the case. He'll come back once his temper subsides... right?

Eileen became uncertain because she had never told her daughter "I don't want you anymore" before.

Eileen stood there, her hand still clenched in the air, lost in thought. Perhaps she thought she could buy some snacks to appease her daughter, or perhaps she wanted to use toys to stop her daughter's tears. But the complex emotions in her heart prevented her from going to find her daughter immediately.

Eileen waited and waited for her daughter to return, but the spatial coordinates she left on Mir never entered the range of her normal mental perception—this villa.

I have to go find her! Finally, Eileen couldn't sit still any longer.

No matter what, she's still my daughter. Even if I can't be forgiven, I have to find her!

Eileen sensed the spatial coordinates she had placed on Mil, only to be horrified to discover that the spatial coordinates she had placed on her daughter had vanished without her noticing.

She quickly used her magical artifacts to cover the entire city of Ur with magic, but she could not find any trace of Mir within her perception range.

No! Impossible! How could this be? Is it Standin? No, he wouldn't dare!

Eileen panicked completely. Even when she was surrounded and trapped by many A-level powerhouses tens of thousands of years ago, she had never been this panicked.

The bewildered top-tier powerhouse didn't know what to do. She revealed her vulnerable side, collapsing onto the sofa in exhaustion. However, she accidentally knocked over a photograph standing on the table next to the sofa, and the glass on the photograph fell to the ground and shattered in two.

Eileen looked in the direction of the sound and saw a photo of Mil holding her happily, but now there was a crack separating the two of them.

"No! No!" Eileen's voice was filled with pain. Perhaps the breaking of the photo was just a coincidence, but it made Eileen imagine for the first time what her life would be like if she lost her child.

Eileen's eyes gradually reddened. She sat helplessly on the sofa, repeatedly using her magic to wreak havoc on the streets of Ur, but she still couldn't find any trace of her daughter.

Because it was raining outside, there weren't many people on the street, so not many people were hurt by Eileen's rough use of magic.

After discovering that she couldn't find any trace of Mir even in her room in Ur, Eileen finally gave up searching the area. She used a spatial jump to the neighboring city to continue searching for her daughter, but still found nothing.

Please don't get hurt...daughter...

Eileen's tears fell one after another like pearls from a broken string.

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Where is Mil at this moment? She is lying in the arms of the mermaid lady, whom the author has long forgotten, and her crying continues without any sign of abating.

The mermaid stared blankly at the little creature, unsure how to comfort her. Having not seen humans for tens of thousands of years, she had lost much of her experience in human interaction. Moreover, she was more concerned with something else—how had the girl come to be?

You see, the last time this girl came here, it was because of some special coincidence that the door to this place was opened by accident. The girl herself did not have a way to come here on her own initiative, but I had some ways to pull her here. But this time, the girl appeared here on her own initiative!

How did she do it? This question lingered in the mermaid's mind.

But the girl's constant sobs prevented her from thinking clearly.

Should she comfort her child like a mother in the Spirit Seed Society at this moment? But she doesn't know how!

Miss Mermaid flipped through the thick book in her hands, hoping to find the answer within, but clearly this book couldn't solve her problem, and even if it did, she might not be able to find it...

The mermaid tried to pat the girl's head, just like she had seen other spirits treat girls, but it didn't have much effect; the girl continued to cry.

Think about it quickly; this kind of thing should be common sense in the modern society of the Spirit Race.

correct!

The mermaid had a good idea. She bent her tail and awkwardly "squatted down," looking at the girl's eyes that she kept rubbing with her little hands, and said:

"Perhaps... you should go to the police in this situation."

Chapter 159 Reconciliation

At the Ur City Police Department, Chief Elsa sat in her office chair, sipping tea from her thermos with a serene expression.

She's been incredibly busy these past few days. Her superiors ordered her to check on outsiders everywhere, but due to the discovery of ruins and the upcoming competition at the Meichuxi Academy, many foreigners have come to Ur City. Today, the alert order was finally lifted, allowing her to finally get some rest.

Suddenly, her subordinate's voice came from outside: "Hey! That's the director's office, you can't go in!"

Along with the sound came a series of hurried footsteps, which sounded like children's footsteps.

Elsa's office door was kicked open roughly, and a little girl with white hair ran in crying.

The girl ran in and drank the tea in Elsa's hand in one gulp, then rubbed her eyes and continued to cry.

"Waaaaah... Waaaaah!!"

Elsa stared blankly at the extremely cute little girl, still not understanding what was going on.

"Chief." A policewoman, panting, leaned against the door and greeted Elsa. Heaven knows how such a small child could run so fast.

"What's wrong? Whose child is this?" Elsa squatted down and touched the girl's head, but the child resisted.

Elsa didn't mind, moved a small stool for the girl to sit on, and poured a glass of water for her subordinate.

The policewoman gratefully accepted the water: "She seems to be a lost child. She said her mother doesn't want her anymore."

"Huh?" Elsa opened her dead fish eyes wide: "So this is a little girl who ran away from home?"

She clearly didn't believe that anyone in a city under the jurisdiction of the Rainbow Wing Kingdom would dare to abandon the child she had raised to adulthood.

Elsa went over and patted the girl's head to comfort her: "Little one, your mother must have said that in anger. You should go back quickly so your mother won't worry. Where do you live? I'll have someone take you home."

He's already the police chief, yet he's still dealing with runaway children. The policewoman beside him doesn't find his chief pathetic at all; instead, she looks at Elsa with admiration.

Mir didn't reply, but continued to rub her eyes and cry. What Eileen had said was too hurtful; at least as a young girl, she couldn't accept it. She didn't even consider whether Eileen would really abandon her.

Elsa looked at the still-crying girl with a headache. She had to admit that the child was really cute. Even though her little face was almost covered in tears, it didn't affect her cuteness. But Elsa had no time to appreciate it right now. Her priority was to comfort the child.

"Sister, I have a cake here. Would you like some?" Elsa took out a cake wrapped in a beautiful cardboard box from the drawer. She planned to save it for the afternoon.

"Waaaaah...I want...waaaah." As soon as she heard there was food, Mir quickly ran over and looked at the cake with her big pink eyes, but she was still crying. She was so sad.

"Then stop crying. If you stop crying, I'll give you the cake." Elsa raised the cake a little higher.

"Waaaaah!! Waaaaah!!!" Mir cried even louder.

What does this mean? Why can't they even let people cry? And they won't even give them cake.

Elsa seemed a little embarrassed, and the police officers who passed by the office every now and then started to look at her with strange eyes.

"Okay, okay! Here, have some!" Elsa quickly handed over the beautifully packaged cake and even thoughtfully opened the package for her.

Mir took a bite with a tearful voice, then threw it back while crying loudly: "Waaaaah... It doesn't taste good, waaaaah!!"

Elsa hurriedly caught the piece of cake with a small tooth mark on it, feeling a little annoyed. The Hell Snail Lasagna cake was clearly delicious...

"That brat!" Elsa rolled her eyes at Mir, then bit the spot where Mir had left a bite mark.

Waste is a shameful act!

The subordinate next to him secretly rolled his eyes at his superior. The director's taste was too strange; children would definitely not like it.

Elsa took a pen and a small notebook out of her drawer: "Little one, what's your name?"

Once you know the child's name, you can find out whose child she is, and then you can send her back home.

But Mir didn't see it that way. In her eyes, Elsa would always take out a pen and notebook to record her mistakes, so she continued to cry and ignored Elsa.

Ignored and left Elsa rubbing her temples in exasperation, she realized there was nothing she could do if the child refused to communicate.

Just then, a domineering magical force stormed into the police station. Elsa and the police officers inside immediately felt a suffocating sensation and were forced to lie face down on the table, unable to muster any will to resist.

What the heck? Is it an enemy attack?

Elsa instinctively reached for the button under the table. This was a magical item that could notify the beautiful Dean of the Morning Star. She wouldn't use it unless she encountered an enemy she couldn't handle, since the other party wasn't a police officer and she couldn't keep bothering her.

Just as Elsa was about to press the button, she saw the person she was about to ask for help rush over with red eyes and tear stains and hug the white-haired child tightly.

What's going on?

“Mom…” Mir shrank back in fear, after all, the other woman had just said in a cold tone that she didn’t want her anymore.

"I'm sorry... baby... it's Mommy's fault..." Eileen hugged little Mir tightly, as if she wanted to make her one with her.