Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

The rain pattered steadily, speckling his face.

Nia Mitchell moved to close the window slightly.

"Uncle, I don’t want to rest; I want to stay with you."

This, perhaps, was the most touching thing Nia had said so far.

Maxwell Peary walked over to a sofa and sat down, covering his face with a hand.

"When I first met him, he was fond of guns, unusually rebellious. He was the most unruly person in the compound."

Nia paused, realizing that the ’him’ in Maxwell’s narration referred to Yancy Hastings, and thus, she quietly assumed her role as a listener.

"Despite his demeanor, he would never reveal his deepest thoughts."

Only once, Yancy Hastings had been heavily injured and took a long time to regain consciousness after extensive medical efforts. When I saw him then, that man of iron will had slightly reddened eyes.

All he said was, "Brother, I thought I would never see you again in this life."

One could only imagine how desperate and helpless Yancy must have been then.

But this time, he was already in S Country, already in that place.

But it was too late, too late...

Was Yancy waiting all along? Even if no one could break in, even if there was no one in the country who could save him?

He must have been hoping for me to appear.

And he was disappointed again...

"Uncle."

Nia didn’t know that Maxwell’s departure was to save Yancy, so she didn’t understand his regret.

"I will always be by your side."

No matter your mood, I’ll always be here.

Nia reached out to hold his arm, leaning against him.

"He was actually quite sensitive to pain, even as a child. Even a little hurt would set him wailing for a while."

But, after joining the military, it seemed like he suddenly didn’t fear pain anymore.

"The longer time passed, the more confident he became. He never believed he would be in trouble, so he didn’t take writing his will seriously and started calling less often. But this time, everything happened too abruptly."

"He liked Fiona Sutton, didn’t he? I could tell. His expressions were different whenever he looked at her."

As his close brother, I naturally noticed when something seemed off with him. Still, in the end, he couldn’t stand by Fiona’s side.

Fiona had been living in Charles Northwood’s apartment for the past few days. It was convenient for him to look after her. She had been very downcast during this period.

"You must recover emotionally soon, or else the child in your womb could be at risk," Charles Northwood said.

Fiona nodded, holding a cup of water with both hands, sipping slowly.

"In a while, I’ll take you for a prenatal check-up."

Seeing that she was cooperative despite her sorrow, Charles Northwood felt a load lifted from his chest.

"Okay."

After finishing her water, Fiona put down the cup.

"Do you want to sleep for a while?" Charles Northwood looked at her bloodshot eyes, gazing at her with deep concern.

"Okay."

Hearing Fiona’s response, Charles Northwood gently laid her on the bed, pulling the blanket up to cover her.

"Sleep. I’ll go prepare dinner."

"Okay."

Fiona slowly closed her eyes, the sound of rain lingering in her ears. Even though it was barely a whisper, each drop resonated so clearly.

With her eyes closed, engulfed by darkness, images of Yancy Hastings filled her mind. Every move he made, every word he spoke, every facial expression...

It was like a never-ending movie that played on a loop.