After changing his shoes, Maxwell Peary sat beside her and began to change his own shoes.
"Go get a glass of water and bring it to the bedroom."
Maxwell Peary looked up and gave the butler an instruction, then turned to Nia Mitchell.
"Yes."
Frederick Goldsmith nodded, he had already noticed that Young Master Peary was holding medicine earlier.
No idea what's going on.
Nia Mitchell sat over there, looked down at her slippers, and pouted her lips.
"Let's go."
Once Maxwell Peary changed his shoes and noticed her adorable expression, he shook his head helplessly.
"Does your hand still hurt?"
His voice came over, filled with tenderness and guilt.
Nia Mitchell was taken aback and blinked her eyes.
"It doesn't hurt as much as it did at first."
She tried her best to put on a smile, understanding the CEO's torment throughout.
She didn't want Maxwell to feel too burdened.
Anyway, it was unintentional on his part.
