"Dad, how can you say something like this?"
Nia Mitchell was very unhappy, what does this mean?
She and Maxwell Peary were doing perfectly well, how could they possibly divorce?
Moreover, even if they were to divorce, those things belong to Maxwell Peary. How could she take them?
"Dad, please don't say any more about this. I've already made up my mind. No matter what happens in the future, I will not get a divorce."
Ever since she got married, she never considered divorce.
This is her bottom line.
"What's wrong with what I said? Silly child, I just want to give you a bit of security."
Mr. Mitchell's voice suddenly sounded much older, filled with helplessness.
"High society isn't that easy to enter, Nia. Don't be too naive. If anything happens, how can we help you?"
If we can't help, and you suffer, even if we want to say something, it's pointless.
"Uncle will always be good to me. He's a rare good person. I know, Dad, do you trust my judgment?"
