He really came over here early in the morning.
Fiona Sutton clenched her fists, quickly calmed her emotions, and then walked over slowly.
"Fiona, let's go home."
Yancy Hastings stood up from the sofa and looked at Fiona.
"I'm planning to go back to school today."
Fiona said lightly.
"You said last night that the wedding would be postponed, but I think there's no need to postpone it; let's cancel it."
Fiona's voice was very indifferent, as if she were talking about someone else's affairs.
Nia Mitchell stood there dumbfounded, obviously not expecting that their issue was so severe.
"Nia."
Maxwell Peary walked over and pulled Nia Mitchell toward the dining hall.
"Come on, let's have breakfast."
"But Fiona..."
"That's someone else's business."
Nia Mitchell pouted; Fiona wasn't just someone else.
She was like family to her.
"Nia, even with family, we can't meddle in such matters, understand?"
Maxwell Peary seated her on the chair and said earnestly.
