Chapter 1151 - 1150: I Think I Saw Mom
Evelyn Peary was sitting in the Living Room, listening to the conversation at the door, and couldn’t help twitching the corner of her mouth.
Those two were blatantly showing off their love, weren’t they?
It was brutal to a single dog like her.
"Okay, okay, my bad, I’ll definitely change next time."
He’d only wanted to give her a surprise, he hadn’t expected to scare her.
Helplessly, with eyes full of indulgent affection, he reached out to pull her into the house, then had her sit down on a chair.
"Why did you come out of the Company so late today?"
Maxwell Peary casually asked a question, pretending it was nothing.
Nia Mitchell froze, immediately furrowing her delicate little brows, pulling her foot back to keep him from changing her shoes for her.
"Uncle, how do you know I got off late from the Company today?"
Way too weird, way too weird, seriously suspicious.
Maxwell Peary’s movement stiffened; he hadn’t expected little Rabina Mitchell to be so sharp today.
"I guessed."
Maxwell Peary went on helping her change her shoes.
"I can do it myself."
Nia Mitchell immediately bent down and began untying the laces on her sneakers.
"Uncle, you are not the kind of person who ’guesses’ things."
That kind of talk might fool little kids, and he actually used it on her.
Nia Mitchell pouted. After changing her shoes, she grabbed her bag and headed upstairs, without even looking at Evelyn Peary sitting on the sofa.
Evelyn Peary:...
Was she being ignored?
At the Entrance Hall, Maxwell Peary raised a hand and rubbed his temples.
Had little Rabina Mitchell... turned into a little fox today?
He turned and went upstairs too, planning to see what on earth was going on with her today.
Main Bedroom—
Nia Mitchell was sitting over there, frowning, holding a picture frame in her hands.
She’d always treated that photo like a treasure, looking at it over and over every day.
Rumor had it the young woman in the picture was her biological mother.
"What’s wrong? Homesick?"
Maxwell Peary walked over and sat down beside her, putting an arm around her shoulders.
"Uncle, I... I..."
She didn’t know how to say it. She bit her lip and sat there.
"What is it? Take your time, no rush."
Nia Mitchell nodded, her eyes red as she looked at Maxwell Peary.
"When I was really little, Mom left me and Dad, and after that she never came back. A while ago, Dad gave me a bankbook and said Mom had left it behind for me as a sort of stand-in."
She lowered her head, staring at the woman in the frame, so beautiful.
"But just now... just now... I think I saw her."
She thought she’d seen her mother!
But...
But so many years had passed, people change.
She didn’t know if she’d seen wrong, if that person was really her mother.
"Uncle, I think I saw her. I really want to ask her why she abandoned Dad and me back then. If she hadn’t thrown us away, Dad wouldn’t have married another woman..."
Wuwuwuwuwu...
The more Nia Mitchell spoke, the more her tears fell. She hoped she was just seeing things.
But even more, she hoped it was real.
"Are you really sure you saw her? After all, it’s been so many years..."
Little Rabina Mitchell only ever looked at a photo every day. Could she really recognize her mother after more than ten years just from that photo?
Nia Mitchell nodded, then shook her head.
"All right, all right, be good, don’t cry. How about Uncle helps you look into it?"
Seeing her eyes red from crying, his heart softened at once, and he reached out to wipe away her tears.
"No!"
Nia Mitchell refused immediately.