Chapter 7: So Poor That Only a Household Register Remains
Nia Mitchell shivered in fright, her heart trembling. Beatrice Swan’s groans still echoed in her ears. If she upset Maxwell Peary, would she be the one missing three fingers on the floor in the next second?
She swallowed hard. Fear forced her to take a few small steps back again.
Maxwell Peary noticed her actions, his eyebrows furrowing tightly. Is Rabina Mitchell afraid of him?
"I don’t care whether you’re keen on marriage or not, come with me now!" Maxwell Peary abruptly extended his right hand.
However, Nia Mitchell didn’t offer her hand to him. At this moment, she seemed to forget her fear and turned to look at Hendry Hampton, who was holding Beatrice Swan.
"When did you start lying to me? The Hendry Hampton who carried me on his back for half an hour to the hospital in the middle of the night—was he a lie?"
Her mind was filled with what happened that night. His back had been so warm; it was on that night she had decided to fall in love with this man.
Hendry Hampton raised his head, his eyes filled with rage. "Yes!"
Seeing Nia Mitchell’s almost subservient demeanor, Maxwell Peary looked awkwardly at his own outstretched hand.