This was absolutely intolerable.
"You've never mentioned this to me before."
Maxwell Peary's face darkened. She had kept this so secret; he hadn't even known.
"Uhm…" A twitch tugged at the corner of Silvia Waterborne's mouth. Hadn't she also... Oh well, it wasn't a big deal anyway. Not worth mentioning at all.
"It's not an important matter."
Silvia Waterborne casually waved her hand, then seated herself on the sofa without a care.
That expression clearly showed she was playing coy.
"How is this not important?"
Although Maxwell Peary said this, he continued to read the newspaper in his hands.
"It really isn't. Earlier… anyway, that Samuel Peary, he's such a scoundrel!"
Whenever she thought of this person, she was immediately filled with fury.
After coming downstairs, Nia Mitchell saw the two people sitting on the sofa, not saying a word.
The entire living room was filled with a grim, tense atmosphere, making it difficult to breathe.
