Nia Mitchell admitted, she'd had a moment of indecision and doubt, but it was only for an instant.
Soon, she resolutely pushed aside what she had heard.
When it came to choosing between trusting Maxwell Peary or trusting Samuel Peary and Phoebe Harris, her choice was clear: she trusted the former.
"Do you think I'll believe you just because you're trying to sow discord?"
Nia Mitchell shook off her confusion, her vibrant spirit returning.
Phoebe Harris was visibly surprised; she hadn't expected Nia Mitchell to doubt her.
Samuel Peary also frowned, sitting there and looking down at her.
"In a moment, someone will come to take you away. Whether you like it or not, from this day forward, you will never appear here again."
Nia Mitchell froze upon hearing Samuel Peary's words. So, he'd had her brought here today not to intimidate her into retreating, but to actually send her away?
"What gives you the right to send me away?"
