"Dad, does it hurt a lot?"
Gerry Peary looked at Alan Morgan with his large, moist eyes, full of innocence.
Alan Morgan shook his head. He was so numbed by the Anesthetic that he didn’t feel any pain at all.
"Dad is lying, but I know why Dad would lie."
Suddenly, Gerry Peary looked at the man lying in the hospital bed with an ’I understand’ expression.
"When Mom used to ask if it hurt, I always said yes at first. But then I saw her crying all the ti, so I knew I couldn’t say that. Later, when I said it didn’t hurt, Mom called a little man. Dad is a big man, so it doesn’t hurt, right?"
He seed to understand these things well. Alan Morgan’s mind went a bit blank; he didn’t know how to interact with Gerry Peary.
His lips moved.
"What’s your na?"
He desperately wanted to know this little boy’s na.
"Raven Morgan. His na is Raven Morgan. You can just call him Little Raven from now on."
Alan’s mother suddenly interrupted what Gerry Peary was about to say, then looked at Alan Morgan.
Alan Morgan nodded. Raven Morgan.
Gerry Peary pouted, a bit displeased. Although Grandma was right, he wasn’t happy. He preferred it when people called him Gerry Peary; besides, his surna was Grant.
However, Grandma had already told him earlier when they were outside that Grant wasn’t his surna. He should have the sa surna as his father—Morgan.
After all, Alan Morgan was severely injured. He didn’t get a chance to say anything else before he slowly closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
Alan’s mother led Gerry Peary out of the hospital ward and then took him to the Morgan family ho.
anwhile, Shirley Grant was already on a plane, about to arrive at a destination unknown even to herself.
...
「Several days later」
It was early in the morning when Nia Mitchell showed up at the MC Group again.
Now that their relationship had been exposed, Maxwell Peary began to push his luck.
He now demanded that they enter the Company together.
Nia Mitchell shrugged. She had no choice.
This was the first ti she and Maxwell Peary had appeared shoulder to shoulder in public since their relationship was revealed.
Because the Special Assistant had been absent from work, a lot of tasks had piled up on Maxwell Peary. Nia Mitchell couldn’t remain idle either; she had to return to the Secretary Departnt to help out.
Upon entering the Secretary Departnt, she returned to her forr desk.
The Secretary Departnt was deathly silent, exceptionally oppressive. No one dared to speak; the only sound was the CLICK-CLACK of computer keyboards.
"RING RING RING RING..."
Suddenly, the phone rang. It wasn’t the Company landline, but Nia Mitchell’s personal cell phone.
She picked it up and looked. To her surprise, the caller was EdbertNia Mitchell.
"Hello?"
"Are you free to co out and wander around a bit?"
EdbertNia Mitchell’s voice ca through, the sa as always.
Nia Mitchell was stunned for a mont, finding it hard to react. He wasn’t the type to casually ask her out just to wander around; it seed sothing important was up.
"Of course, I’m free."
After they agreed on a ti, she hung up the phone.
Although no one in the Secretary Departnt said anything, their minds were already racing with complaints.
Who would have thought! This Nia Mitchell, who seed so ordinary, had actually caused such a sensation! To think she actually hooked up with President Peary—it was truly unimaginable!
"Nia Mitchell, what exactly is your relationship with President Peary?"
Suddenly, Diana Hill asked her.
This question had been bottled up by everyone all morning. Seeing Nia Mitchell take a call and prepare to leave, if they didn’t ask now, who knew when they would get another chance?
After all, no one could be sure when Nia Mitchell would co to work next.
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