Nia Mitchell woke up in the middle of the night.
Her wrist throbbed with a dull ache, and as she opened her eyes, she saw Charles Northwood asleep by the bedside.
She moved slightly, feeling very thirsty, with a dry and uncomfortable throat.
Even such a slight movent woke Charles Northwood from his sleep.
He imdiately lifted his head and saw Nia Mitchell’s eyes open in the soft yellow light.
"You’re awake?"
His voice was also hoarse, seemingly due to a lack of proper rest.
Nia Mitchell nodded, feeling very at ease in familiar surroundings.
"You must be thirsty. I’ll get you so water."
Saying this, Charles Northwood imdiately turned to leave for so water.
Nia Mitchell struggled to sit up, reaching for her phone on the bedside table.
She checked the call log, looking disappointed.
She didn’t know what happened that night, nor did she understand about Maxwell Peary and Belinda Swan...
"Here’s the water."
Charles Northwood entered and saw Nia Mitchell frowning, and he promptly brought over the water.
Nia Mitchell forced a smile, reaching out to take the cup.
"I can hold it myself."
Seeing the scars on her wrist, Charles Northwood frowned slightly and avoided her extending hand.
"It’s okay."
Nia Mitchell spoke, her lips tingling with pain, indicating the wounds were extensive.
Charles Northwood watched her drinking water, her delicate brows furrowed, feeling uneasy inside.
Maxwell Peary was supposed to provide the best protection for her.
Yet now...
"Nia, do you want to leave Maxwell Peary?"
Nia Mitchell was startled by the words, her watery eyes staring at Charles Northwood in front of her.
Why would he ask such a question?
Nia Mitchell looked confused, her deanor was protective, making others want to protect her well.
"I’m fine with Uncle Peary..."
Her voice was barely audible, but in the silent night, Charles Northwood heard it clearly.
No matter what happened, even if she blad him a little, Nia Mitchell never thought about separating.
She would be with Uncle Peary her whole life.
No matter what happens in the future, she would not give up easily.
"That’s good."
Charles Northwood nodded, recalling William Northwood’s previous words.
"I hope you consult with the person involved when the ti cos."
He wanted to give Nia Mitchell the best support, to take her away from Maxwell Peary’s world.
But does Nia Mitchell... really need this?
Or should it be said, is Nia Mitchell willing?
His lips curled into a bitter smile.
No more words, just sitting there watching her drink water.
Soon, she finished the cup of water.
"Is my phone broken?"
Nia Mitchell rembered when she struggled in the car, her phone fell.
It might have bumped sowhere, causing it to miss calls.
Charles Northwood heard Nia Mitchell’s soft voice and felt his heart lt.
"Maybe it’s broken."
He replied, then carefully watched her.
How could he bear to tell her that after he got her phone, he received Aldy Mitchell’s call?
Everything was normal.
"Are you hungry? Shall I make you so food?"
Nia Mitchell shook her head, although she hadn’t eaten all day, she was not hungry at all.
"Where’s Fiona Sutton? Isn’t she always staying here with you?"
Looking around, she found sothing amiss.
"Ah?"
Charles Northwood was stunned for a mont, not knowing how to explain what happened during the day.
"Did you guys argue?
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