After hanging up the phone, Nia Mitchell patted her heart. That scared me to death! What kind of expression could Uncle Peary have right now?
Just the thought of his angry face made Nia shudder.
But luckily for her, the mountains were high and the emperor was far away—out of sight, out of mind for now.
Evelyn Peary gulped, her hands on the steering wheel shaking slightly.
"Er, sister-in-law."
"Hmm?"
"You actually dared to hang up on my older brother?"
Evelyn Peary finally found her normal tone, her voice rising sharply, startling Nia.
"I regret it now."
A frown crept onto Nia Mitchell's face. Why did I impulsively hang up on Maxwell just because I didn't want to listen to his incessant jabbering? My brain must have short-circuited, causing me to act so rashly.
Nia bit her lip in annoyance, sitting there, not knowing what to do.
"Regret?"
Evelyn Peary looked at Nia in surprise. Regret?
Nia nodded incessantly. Yes, yes, so much regret.
