"Dad, how can you say sothing like this?"
Nia Mitchell was very unhappy, what does this an?
She and Maxwell Peary were doing perfectly well, how could they possibly divorce?
Moreover, even if they were to divorce, those things belong to Maxwell Peary. How could she take them?
"Dad, please don’t say any more about this. I’ve already made up my mind. No matter what happens in the future, I will not get a divorce."
Ever since she got married, she never considered divorce.
This is her bottom line.
"What’s wrong with what I said? Silly child, I just want to give you a bit of security."
Mr. Mitchell’s voice suddenly sounded much older, filled with helplessness.
"High society isn’t that easy to enter, Nia. Don’t be too naive. If anything happens, how can we help you?"
If we can’t help, and you suffer, even if we want to say sothing, it’s pointless.
"Uncle will always be good to . He’s a rare good person. I know, Dad, do you trust my judgnt?"
Although she was wrong about Hendry Hampton before, this ti she won’t be wrong again.
"Sigh."
Mr. Mitchell shook his head, sighed, and shuffled to the wardrobe, pulling out a bankbook.
"Take this."
He said as he handed the bankbook to Nia Mitchell.
Nia was taken aback, staring at the bankbook, not reaching out to take it.
"I can’t take it."
She could tell how much the family needed money right now, no matter how much was inside, she couldn’t take it.
"Silly child, just take it."
Mr. Mitchell insisted, trying to place the bankbook in her hands, but she still wouldn’t accept it.
"Take it; it’s the dowry your mother left for you."
Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened instantly, disbelief washing over her.
Mom... left this dowry?
This...
This can’t be.
"Take it."
This ti, Nia Mitchell didn’t refuse again, tears welling in her eyes.
"Is this really left by mom?"
It was too unbelievable, too sudden.
She couldn’t process it all at once.
"Yes, it’s what she left. She said it was your dowry, so no matter how difficult things got at ho, I saved it for you."
Suddenly, tears fell from Nia Mitchell’s eyes.
So that’s how it is.
She bit her lip, holding the bankbook tightly in her hands.
"Then... Dad, why did she leave? Why did she abandon ?"
Nia Mitchell had wanted to ask this question for a long ti. If she left sothing like this, there couldn’t have been no love.
If mom loved her, why did she leave her and just go?
That departure had ant years of silence.
"Perhaps it was really a last resort, Nia, don’t resent her."
Nia Mitchell lowered her head, how could she not resent?
But resentnt was far less than longing.
"Dad, do you know where mom went?"
Nia Mitchell looked at Mr. Mitchell, wanting to know sothing.
But Mr. Mitchell only shook his head; he knew nothing about it.
"You keep it well, I have nothing else to tell you, now go on."
Mr. Mitchell said no more, but looking at him like this, Nia Mitchell felt there was sothing he was hiding from her.
Moreover, what he was hiding must be a huge secret.
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