Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow. Why had little Rabina Mitchell stopped? Could it be that she was worried he'd be tired?
Oh, delight suddenly bloomed in Maxwell Peary's heart, and he felt positively giddy.
Nia Mitchell turned to look at Maxwell Peary, her expression serious. After thinking for a moment, she nodded solemnly.
"Uncle, you should really get some rest."
Maxwell Peary broke into a wide grin upon hearing her words. This was his wife, indeed.
"What if you collapse from exhaustion, Uncle? Not only would that cost more money, but it would also hinder you from earning more."
Maxwell Peary: ...!!!
He nearly choked, a metaphorical mouthful of blood caught in his throat. Maxwell Peary froze on the spot. That Rabina Mitchell!
"It seems going three days without a lesson has made you bold enough to tear the house down! Nia Mitchell, you've really got some nerve."
Maxwell Peary reached out and lifted Nia Mitchell's chin. Their eyes met, and she blinked her sparkling eyes.
