Nia Mitchell giggled, playfully sticking out her little tongue.
"WOOF."
She would rather be punished than do as he wished.
Maxwell Peary's face darkened, and he helplessly gave her a light pat on her bottom.
"I really don't know what to do with you."
Slowly, he set her down and, shaking his head, moved to sit on the nearby sofa.
Seeing his sudden change in expression, Nia Mitchell obediently trotted over. She slipped off her shoes, curled up cross-legged on the sofa, and sat beside Maxwell Peary.
"Uncle, you're not mad anymore, right?"
She still remembered Maxwell Peary's towering fury in the Secretary Department and the shattered phone still lying on the floor.
Maxwell Peary turned to look at Nia Mitchell, reaching out to pat her head.
"Were you bullied?"
Nia Mitchell paused for a moment, then shook her head.
"No, I spilled coffee on Phoebe Walker and burned her."
