Nia Mitchell hadn’t expected Molly Harguez to fall. She reached out to help her but didn’t manage to catch her in ti.
"Oh, heavens!"
Molly Harguez landed directly on the floor, bursting into loud sobs.
"Look at her! How can she call herself a daughter, pushing her own mother down? She has absolutely no conscience!"
Molly Harguez’s ultimate weapon was to weep, make a scene, and then threaten suicide.
Nia Mitchell imdiately covered her face, not wanting to look at Molly Harguez acting like this.
The mayor was still sitting there, his face full of mockery as he watched the scene, his smile growing wider.
"Nia Mitchell, hurry up. Otherwise, no matter how much you beg later, I won’t let you off, you know."
The mayor said this with a smile, but everyone could sense his true intentions.
Even if Nia Mitchell were to kneel humbly, he wouldn’t let the Mitchell family off.
"You..."
Just as Nia was about to speak, the ward door opened once again.
Maxwell Peary wore a black, custom-tailored suit. His leather shoes glead, and his hair was as impeccably styled as usual.
However, his expression today was even darker than his suit.
He pushed open the door and strode in.
The scent of hospital disinfectant made him frown slightly.
As soon as he entered, he saw Nia Mitchell standing there, her face flushed red.
Angry?
Maxwell Peary’s frown deepened; Nia’s face only flushed like this when she was angry.
"Uncle?"
Nia Mitchell blinked, hardly believing what she was seeing.
Could this be an illusion?
"What did you just say?"
Ignoring Nia Mitchell, Maxwell Peary looked down at the mayor, who was sitting leisurely in his chair.
His deep voice resonated in the ward. Though not loud, it seed to hang in the air, lingering for a long ti.
The mayor, his leisurely deanor vanishing, frowned and stood up to face the newly arrived Maxwell Peary.
Danger!
He sensed a dangerous aura from this man.
Seeing the mayor remain silent, Maxwell Peary had no intention of letting the matter slide.
"You asked her to beg you?"
Maxwell Peary frowned. The re thought of the word "beg" filled the powerful CEO with rage.
He had rushed here, fuming, only to hear such a thing?
Very well, very well.
He was going to make everyone here understand that Nia Mitchell was not soone they could bully at will.
"This..."
The mayor hesitated. His status was not low, yet he didn’t recognize the man before him.
Who on earth could this be, to possess such a powerful aura?
The mayor considered showing so weakness, hoping to resolve the matter peacefully.
"I was just scaring the young lady, you know. Don’t take it to heart."
The mayor was clearly trying to curry favor, but Young Master Peary was not amused.
So, this middle-aged man dared to scare his little Rabina?
Heh.
Without another word, Maxwell Peary strode forward and kicked the mayor hard. The mayor landed heavily back in his chair.
"AGH!"
The mayor cried out, clutching his stomach in agony.
"AGH! How dare you hit ! Do you know who I am? Heavens! Heavens, soone! Help! Save !"
He felt as if his entire stomach had been displaced, and a tidal wave of pain washed over him, drenching his face in cold sweat.
"Ah, darling!"
The mayor’s wife hadn’t paid much attention to the situation since her husband had entered; after all, his status was considerable.
But she had never imagined that this man, who had co in later, would start hitting soone without uttering a single word.
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