Chapter 24 He is My Uncle
Nia Mitchell suddenly recalled something terribly important—like that lunch at noon.
It was hard to imagine someone as distinguished as him carrying a takeout box all the way back to the villa, only to find... nobody home.
"Uncle Peary..." Nia Mitchell trailed off, hesitating where she stood. He’s clearly angry. If I go over now, I’ll be annihilated, not even a speck of dust left.
Seeing Nia Mitchell not moving, Maxwell Peary’s face darkened even more.
"Come here."
"Yes!"
The words had barely left Maxwell Peary’s lips when Nia Mitchell straightened up and quickly ran to him.
"Uncle Peary, what are you doing here?" she asked, tilting her head back and smiling brightly as she tugged at the corner of Maxwell Peary’s clothes.
"Hmm? Did you forget something?"