Silvia Waterborne this time got to experience her son's chattiness and overbearing nature.
She always thought Maxwell Peary would never say that much at once.
Turns out...
It all depends on who he's talking to?
Instantly reminded of her past, her heart felt exhausted.
She felt abandoned by her son.
So unfilial, completely hurtful.
"I got it, can I stop now?"
Nia Mitchell replied with a hint of perfunctory impatience, pouting as she looked at her flushed palm, feeling very unhappy.
She merely thought the flowers were sent by Maxwell Peary.
Even though there were dozens of voices in her head telling her Maxwell couldn't possibly have sent flowers.
But, there was still a faint voice saying, "What if."
What if Maxwell Peary sent them?
Too bad...
"Oh, Uncle, why are you here?"
Nia Mitchell immediately changed the topic, almost forgetting Maxwell Peary should be at the Company now.
How could he appear at the Film Set during working hours?
