Molly Harguez was like a ti bomb; Nia Mitchell didn’t trust her at all.
By the ti Nia Mitchell got back to the hotel, Maxwell Peary had already taken care of everything and was about to call her.
"Hmm?" Maxwell Peary looked at Nia Mitchell as she walked in, an eyebrow raised. "Behaving so well this ti?"
She hadn’t even caused him any trouble, coming back so obediently. He was even a little unused to it.
Seeing his reaction, how could Nia Mitchell not know what he was thinking?
"Aren’t you happy that I’m back? Besides, I’ve always been well-behaved, okay?"
Nia Mitchell imdiately pushed her luck, but Maxwell Peary, standing to the side, strongly disagreed.
She calls this being well-behaved?
"You didn’t say anything before you ca here. You call that being well-behaved?"
Indeed, Maxwell Peary would never forget this incident. He’s not going to hold this against for a lifeti, is he? Doesn’t that an he’ll bring it up from ti to ti? That’s terrifying, simply terrifying!
Nia Mitchell imdiately put on an air of docility.
"I am very well-behaved. It will never happen again, I promise. Please, just forget about this."
Would Maxwell Peary agree? Of course, he would agree; but whether he could actually follow through was another matter.
"Hurry up and eat; you must be hungry. Also, don’t stay at the hospital too long. You need to get so fresh air; that place is full of germs."
He was worried Nia Mitchell wouldn’t take care of her health.
Nia Mitchell choked slightly; she hadn’t expected him to worry about *this*.
Then again, wasn’t Maxwell Peary always like this?
"I know, don’t worry."
Aldy Mitchell was in a VIP ward; it was very elegant and there were absolutely no germs there. Besides, Aldy Mitchell only had an injury; it wasn’t an infectious disease. Nia Mitchell had absolutely no problem being there.
"You should eat a little slower. Look at you, you seem to have lost weight."
PFFT.
Nia Mitchell was utterly exasperated. If she could have spat out her food, she probably would have, right in the CEO’s face.
Lost weight? That was a blatant lie, wasn’t it? After just one short day, he claid she’d lost weight. She couldn’t believe the CEO could spout such nonsense.
"What’s wrong?"
Maxwell Peary, oblivious to having said anything wrong, directly asked her.
Nia Mitchell didn’t answer; she sat down at the dining table and began to eat. She decided to remain silent; otherwise, she would definitely choke.
Seeing she wasn’t speaking, Maxwell Peary also fell silent.
When silent, the CEO truly embodied a person of authority; his aura was terrifying.
Nia Mitchell didn’t like this kind of atmosphere.
"Uncle."
Nia Mitchell started to look for a topic of conversation.
"Hmm."
Maxwell Peary acknowledged her but didn’t say anything more.
Seeing him like this, Nia Mitchell bit her lip.
"Uncle, there’s sothing I need to discuss with you."
Nia Mitchell suddenly rembered the decision she’d made at the hospital and prepared to tell Maxwell Peary about it now. However, they were Maxwell Peary’s relatives, after all, and she was a bit unsure how to broach the subject.
Should she just blurt out: ’Tell your father and Phoebe Harris to stay away from my family’? No, no, that was absolutely not an option.
Seeing her so hesitant, Maxwell Peary’s brow furrowed slightly.
Could Rabina Mitchell have been wronged at the hospital again?
He was very puzzled and imdiately put down his chopsticks.
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