Seeing Rabina with this expression, and listening to what she said, Maxwell Peary somewhat understood.
Apparently, Anne Davidson has been showing up frequently these days, making her feel a bit threatened.
Thinking of this, Maxwell didn't say much. Rabina looked quite fine like this.
She's growing up slowly, which is very comforting.
"Alright, don't be afraid."
He pulled her over to sit beside him, reached out and poked her little cheek.
"Don't overthink, okay? I'm always by your side."
This was a promise.
He picked a piece of sweet and sour pork and placed it in her small bowl.
"Hurry and eat, look, it's almost getting cold."
A simple little interlude, a servant already served the dishes Maxwell liked.
Nia Mitchell smiled and began to eat with him.
"Uncle, my injury has healed, I want to visit D City tomorrow."
Nia Mitchell blinked her watery eyes; her face full of sweetness.
Well, it seems she is waiting for him here.
Maxwell shook his head helplessly.
