Chapter 1174 - 1173: Everyone Has Someone They Care About
Grandpa Anne quickly nodded.
"Alright, alright, come over first thing tomorrow morning, I’ll prepare breakfast."
Grandpa Anne’s voice trembled, making one feel heartache just listening.
"No, Grandpa, who can get up that early? The Martial Arts Academy has breakfast super early too, I’ll go to Fuchester at noon instead."
Anne thought for a moment and refused the breakfast proposal, knowing that Oliver wouldn’t be able to get up that early in the morning.
Not to mention, they still need to adjust their time difference.
"Well... okay then."
Grandpa Anne felt quite disappointed, standing there, feeling like the strength to hold his phone was fading away.
"But... but we can have breakfast a bit later, we really can have it later."
Grandpa Anne immediately added, trying to undo Anne’s previous decision.
"Grandpa, even if you eat at home later than usual, it’s still considered early, isn’t it?"
Anne replied impatiently, then let out a sigh.
"Grandpa, I’m a bit tired. I’ll come over for lunch tomorrow at noon, that’s decided then, goodbye."
With that said, only the beeps of the phone were left.
Grandpa Anne slowly put away the phone, tears in his eyes, and at this moment, the wrinkles on his face seemed deeper.
Anne’s appearance was probably the best surprise in his twilight years.
With shaky hands, he put the phone away, and only then did he realize how old he had become.
It felt as if he could no longer withstand the erosion caused by such situations.
......
Outside, neon lights flickered, radiating dots of light, under the street lamps, were people of all kinds.
At Madgar Pavilion, everyone had finished dinner and were gradually heading out.
Nia Mitchell held the CEO’s large hand, swinging it back and forth constantly.
"Uncle, can we go out for a walk later?"
Nia Mitchell felt almost deflated; what kind of life was this, nothing like it used to be.
Nowadays, she ate meals on schedule, went to and from work on time, and rarely went shopping.
Plus, today was Saturday.
Her Saturday had somehow disappeared.
"Where to?"
Maxwell Peary slightly lowered his head, looking at Rabina Mitchell’s upturned face, a gentle glance in his eyes.
"Anywhere, as long as it’s not straight home."
Hehe, actually she was just plainly fed up, not overly keen on going out for fun.
Maxwell Peary nodded, going out for a walk was feasible.
After all, he didn’t have anything planned for tonight.
"What about the guests?"
To Maxwell Peary, the three Mitchell family members were considered guests.
He could always tell at a glance how these people were toward Nia Mitchell.
"Huh?"
Nia Mitchell was momentarily baffled, she had just forgotten that there were guests here.
She didn’t know what to do now, should they send them back?
And then come back out?
Argh!
No, no, that would be too rude.
"We better go home."
Nia Mitchell drooped instantly, like a frostbitten eggplant, and let out a sigh.
"Good girl."
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary reached out to pat her little head, as a sign of comfort.
Soon, the group was driving back to the villa on the hillside.
Maxwell Peary parked the car, was about to get out when his phone rang again.
"Hello?"
Maxwell Peary spoke displeasingly, being interrupted repeatedly, anyone would be unhappy.
"Maxwell, I’ve arrived at the Peach Paradise Villa District; earlier I forgot to call you to assure you I was okay. Probably too tired from the flight, I actually fell asleep while sorting my clothes."