Young Master Peary, oh Young Master Peary, do you really have to protect your wife like this? I only glanced at her—erm, glanced at her twice with a sharp gaze—do you really need to react this way? Yancy Hastings thought, momentarily speechless.
"Nia has already said, Evelyn will make her own decision on this matter." Maxwell Peary made the final decision. After speaking, he looked at Samuel Peary, who was standing to one side. "I hope that the next time you call me back to discuss matters, you don't include so many irrelevant people."
After saying this, he stood up, took Nia Mitchell's hand, and made to leave. He wouldn't miss this old residence in the slightest, even if he never returned for the rest of his life.
"Maxwell… how could you…" Belinda Swan suddenly stood up, her face etched with sorrow. "When did you ever treat me as an outsider before? Is it… is it because… because of her?"
