"Are you that idle?"
Frowning in displeasure, Maxwell Peary spotted Nia Mitchell's flushed face and then turned to look at Silvia Waterborne, who was preparing to leave.
Silvia squinted, looking dangerously at Maxwell.
"What did you say?"
Which son despises his mother like this? She began to suspect, maybe her son was switched at birth, and he wasn't her child after all. The old 'leopard cat for the crown prince' switch!? It had to be said, after acting in so many dramas, Silvia's imagination tended to run wild, practically unstoppable.
Nia Mitchell stood there, not knowing what to say. Should Uncle Peary really be acting like this?
"Uncle..."
Nia extended a finger to poke at the CEO's waist.
"You should go upstairs and change."
Seeing his expression worsen, she spoke softly, her voice so quiet it might not have been heard if one wasn't listening closely.
But Maxwell and Silvia both heard it.
