Nia Mitchell was a bit puzzled as she looked at the two of them. Why did the atmosphere feel somewhat wrong?
"Fiona, are you leaving?"
Fiona Sutton was taken aback. Initially, she planned to slip away when Nia wasn't looking but didn't expect to be caught red-handed.
"Yeah, I just remembered I have some errands to run, so I can't join you for milk tea. Maybe next time." Fiona Sutton smiled, patted Nia on the shoulder, and then left.
"Huh?"
Nia blinked in confusion, then turned her head to look at Maxwell Peary.
"Uncle, what did you say to her?" Why did she suddenly up and leave? That's quite out of character for Fiona.
"Nothing much, she received a call." Maxwell sat there, his face serious and unyielding as he spoke in a very earnest tone.
And so, Nia believed him.
"Oh." She nodded. It must have been a call from Charles Northwood. He's the only one who could make Fiona drop everything like that.
"What about the milk tea?" Nia slumped down on the chair, deflated.
