Whoa?
Is Rabina all grown up, or possessed?
"I’ll do it myself."
He doesn’t want little Rabina to help him with his shoes; these tasks he can do himself.
Little Rabina should be enjoying herself.
Once his shoes were changed, he took little Rabina’s hand and walked towards the Living Room.
"Are you planning to take a bath first or eat first?"
They haven’t had dinner yet, and now it’s completely dark outside—ti for a al.
Nia Mitchell thought for a mont, with her mother-in-law there, going upstairs to bathe first didn’t seem right.
"Let’s eat first. I’ll go to the kitchen and see what’s for dinner today, and help out."
Seeing her so eager, Maxwell Peary shook his head but didn’t stop Nia Mitchell from moving.
"Maxwell Peary."
Silvia Waterborne saw them return and imdiately stood up to approach them.
"Let do sothing for you."
If she couldn’t help at all, she’d be sitting there fretting.
"No need, I can handle this myself."
He wouldn’t allow harm to co to those he wanted to protect; no matter what, this shouldn’t be solved by Silvia Waterborne sacrificing herself.
Silvia Waterborne shook her head, standing before him, highly agitated.
"Don’t say that. What am I supposed to do with you acting like this?"
The Old Master would definitely not let things rest easily.
Was he about to compromise?
If the Old Master wanted to expose the matter, he certainly could achieve that.
"Just stay in the Villa for the next few days; if you feel bored, I’ll have Nia stay to keep you company."
Maxwell Peary made a domineering decision, then took off his suit jacket.
"Co and join us for dinner."
Silvia Waterborne: ......
No use arguing; her son was perfect except for his stubbornness—no idea who he inherited it from.
Since he didn’t let her intervene, she’d have to wait for him to resolve it.
Without saying anything further, she directly walked to the Dining Hall.
Nia Mitchell stood in the kitchen, her small mouth constantly moving, eating very happily.
How could the kitchen possibly let her help out when she only needed to wait by the side?
When Maxwell Peary returned, the butler also arrived in the kitchen.
He placed a few plates of dimsum in front of her, and Nia Mitchell couldn’t help but start eating in the kitchen.
"Nothing beats the food at ho."
Nia Mitchell managed to swallow the dimsum in her mouth, looking at Frederick Goldsmith with a bright smile.
"If the young madam likes it, eat more."
Not seeing Nia Mitchell’s smile for two days made him miss it a bit.
The old love to see the vitality and liveliness of young people.
Everyone in the kitchen was on edge, not daring to make a single mistake, continuously busy with their tasks.
Oh my God.
The young madam actually ran into the kitchen. Is this a place she should be?
With the female owner here, should they be fooling around?
Of course not.
But that’s not the main point.
The point is, since Nia Mitchell is in the kitchen and doesn’t seem to want to leave just yet.
Perhaps the male owner will also appear in the kitchen later.
Yes, that’s right, the male owner is Maxwell Peary.
If Young Master Peary shows up and they make even one mistake, they might just lose their jobs.
So right now, the kitchen is bustling, and everyone is afraid to slack off for a mont.
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