Chapter 8 that's her treasure.

Eric Brown narrowed his eyes and locked them on Agatha Frost like a hawk. "No." This is the privacy of the Brown family, and he can't let a woman he's only known for a day get involved. What's more, he didn't believe what Agatha Frost could do. But at that moment, a tender but sharp voice came from inside: "Ah-" When Agatha Frost heard the sound, her heart twitched for no reason. Faster than her brain, she had pushed the door open quickly. There were heavy curtains in the room, and the light was dim, but you could see the mess all over the floor. A little boy was sitting on the ground with a broken vase in his hand. The edge of the vase cut his little hand, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. When the door was pushed open, he almost unconsciously threw the vase at Agatha Frost. Agatha Frost was about to raise her hand to block when an arm passed her behind