Ignoring Nia Mitchell’s attempt to evade, he directly took her right hand to examine it.
In just that short mont, her right wrist was already bruised and swollen.
He wondered if the bone was hurt.
"I’ll take you to the hospital."
Maxwell Peary was completely panicked. Even when he got seriously injured in the past with bleeding that wouldn’t stop, he was never this frantic.
Moreover, Nia Mitchell’s uncontrollable tears made him lose his usual composure even more.
"No, no, it’s fine."
Nia Mitchell sniffled, imdiately trying to break free from the CEO’s embrace.
But she didn’t have enough strength to match the CEO, and her position didn’t change a bit.
"Let go!"
Her words were filled with a heavy nasal tone.
Maxwell Peary froze, disappointed, letting her go. Watching her imdiately distance herself from him, he suddenly felt very sad.
"I was just joking with you, trying to scare you a bit, why are you reacting like this?"
She originally thought she’d scare Maxwell Peary, but unexpectedly, she ended up suffering herself.
Looking at her already swollen right wrist, Nia Mitchell grimaced in pain.
"No way, we must go to the hospital to see if the bone’s okay."
Maxwell Peary imdiately turned off his computer, grabbed the suit jacket from the chair, and put it on.
Little Rabina was so small, her bones so soft.
His mind was full of concerns about her potential injury, and even the CEO couldn’t stay calm.
After sorting everything, he grabbed her hand and walked out of the room, entering the elevator.
"There’s no need to go to the hospital, it’s not a big deal, see for yourself."
Nia Mitchell imdiately extended her hand, moving it slightly in front of him, seemingly trying to prove a point.
But as she moved, she imdiately grimaced in pain.
Looking at her little expression and her red, tearful eyes,
This little Rabina!
He didn’t know how to describe his current heavy heart, admitting he was on the verge of breaking down.
"No matter what you say, we’re going to the hospital."
Nia Mitchell: ......
In the end, naturally, Nia Mitchell couldn’t win against the CEO and ended up at the hospital.
Maxwell Peary had his own private doctor, so the doctor attending to Nia Mitchell was his as well.
"Ouch—Young Master Peary, are you sure you weren’t trying to kill her?"
Hearing the doctor’s teasing, the CEO’s already awful complexion turned even darker.
"This is your wife, and it looks like you’re on the path to wanting a new one."
Anton Swan’s face was full of smiles, unable to resist teasing Maxwell Peary.
"Tsk tsk, Young Master Peary, do you have so peculiar interests?"
Upon thinking of this possibility, Anton Swan looked at Maxwell Peary with a terrified expression.
Maxwell Peary: ......
Nia Mitchell: ......
Is this really Uncle Peary’s private doctor?
Why does it seem like there’s sothing wrong in his head?
And what is he saying? She doesn’t even want to listen anymore.
She can already imagine Uncle Peary’s expression right now, it must be......
As dark as the underside of a pot.
Pffft—
No wonder it feels so cold in here; it must be the CEO emitting a chill.
"No need to be so mad, what’s done is done, can’t you let people talk about it, no justice here."
Anton Swan shook his head, after looking at her injury, scribbled a prescription for the pharmacy.
Then he went to the side and brought over so ointnt.
"Apply this cream evenly on your wrist three tis a day, and it’ll heal quickly. This is an anti-inflammatory drug, and this is a painkiller, with instructions on their usage."
After explaining everything, he casually tossed the dicine to Maxwell Peary.
Maxwell Peary imdiately caught it, frowning.
"These are for your wife; are you planning to let her carry them herself?"
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