Nia Mitchell sat on the large bed, looking at her cell phone, and heaved a deep sigh.
She tossed the phone aside and lay down.
This is so strange. Why would Charles Northwood know about this?
After Maxwell Peary got into the car, he casually called Nia Mitchell.
"Hello?" Nia Mitchell answered, her voice listless as she lay on the bed.
"What's wrong?" Maxwell could tell from her voice that something was amiss, and his brow furrowed.
Didn't he say he was having lunch with Fiona Sutton today?
"Uncle, Charles Northwood just called. He actually knows I'm married!"
However, Charles hadn't mentioned Maxwell Peary's name during the call, so she didn't know exactly how much he was aware of.
Maxwell's brow furrowed slightly. Charles Northwood called Nia Mitchell?
"Oh? What else did he say?"
Was his little Rabina Mitchell feeling down just because of one call from Charles Northwood?
"He sounded really angry," Nia Mitchell said, rolling over on the bed, still thoroughly dejected.
