Anne Davidson stood there, her tone becoming somewhat forceful, making it sound very pitiful.
"What are you doing? The child is still small. Can they really handle all this back and forth travel?"
Maxwell Peary frowned, a feeling of suffocation welled up inside him, extremely stifling.
"Why don't you come pick us up?"
Anne Davidson's voice soon became cautious.
In this manner, no matter who saw it, they would feel heartbroken, wouldn't they?
Listening to her voice, Maxwell Peary stood there without showing any emotional response.
"I told you, I'm busy and can't leave."
Anne Davidson lowered her head. His decisions were always impossible to oppose.
Since he said so, she couldn't shake the words he'd spoken at all.
"Alright, you don't need to send a driver, I'll just take a taxi there. It's Royal Bay Villa, right?"
She bit her lip, feeling very unwilling, but utterly helpless.
