What to do, what to do?
Nia Mitchell was in a meltdown!
Her brain suddenly froze.
What in the world was going on here?
She couldn't believe her eyes.
"Uncle."
Swallowing hard, she cautiously spoke up.
"Humph!"
Someone, the CEO, was clearly displeased, not even sparing a glance at Nia Mitchell as he walked into the ward.
He sat on the sofa, deliberately keeping a distance from Nia Mitchell, and responded with a mere sound through his nose.
Uh...
Uncle Peary was angry.
Nia Mitchell was convinced now, sitting there with her lips twitching.
"Uncle, would you like some water? I can pour you a glass."
Nia Mitchell quickly began to show attentiveness, as she scurried to the CEO's side, reaching out to grab the kettle on the coffee table.
"Don't move!"
Maxwell Peary instantly frowned, reached out to seize the kettle first, and then poured a cup of water.
"Sit tight."
Seeing her this way, Maxwell Peary's frown eased slightly.
