Nia Mitchell returned to Maxwell Peary's side, smiling as she reached out her small paw to hold Maxwell's large hand.
"Since it's all been taken care of, am I still Mrs. Peary?"
Nia Mitchell lifted her small face with a smile and spoke.
What she was asking about, of course, was the records at the Civil Affairs Bureau.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary nodded.
She has always been Mrs. Peary, a fact that will never change.
Maxwell Peary slowly increased the strength of his grip to hold her tightly.
"Uncle, what about Belinda Swan?"
Nia Mitchell still cared a lot about this matter because, so far, Belinda Swan was the person she disliked the most.
"I'll handle it, so don't worry about it. When the time is right, you'll know."
Many things, only by slowly tormenting, are the best ways to punish.
"Alright then."
Listening to Maxwell's words, Nia Mitchell knew that no matter how she pestered him, he wouldn't tell her anything.
