In the past, no matter the circumstances, Maxwell Peary was always concerned about her.
Now he is somehow able to disregard everything and leave heartlessly.
If Maxwell Peary did this, then it would be strange for Nia Mitchell not to be anxious.
"Uncle! Uncle!"
Nia Mitchell stood up from the ground, gritting her teeth, wanting to chase after him.
But before she could take a step, Maxwell Peary had already turned around and in the blink of an eye was back by her side.
Seeing her red-rimmed eyes, Maxwell Peary's brows furrowed slightly.
"Serves you right!"
Maxwell Peary muttered lowly, yet his hands naturally wrapped around her waist to pick her up, bringing her to the sofa.
He gently placed her on the sofa, afraid of touching her injury.
"Does it still hurt?"
The CEO's expression changed in less than a second, from stormy rage earlier to a compassionate face full of concern like a doting father.
