Maxwell Peary didn't pay attention to Anne Davidson's voice, but instead, he looked Nia Mitchell up and down to see if she was hurt.
"Uncle, I'm fine."
Realizing what Maxwell was doing, Nia Mitchell quickly spoke up and then tousled her hair.
"That's good."
Maxwell finally felt relieved and reached out to pinch her chubby little cheek.
"You all can leave now."
Looking at the room full of maids, Maxwell spoke.
Frederick Goldsmith nodded and led all the servants away, leaving the living room for the three of them.
Anne Davidson stood by the sofa, watching their interaction, feeling very uncomfortable inside.
"Maxwell!"
After calling out once more, this time, Maxwell finally lifted his head and focused his gaze on her.
"Come sit over here."
Maxwell reached out to take Nia Mitchell's hand, leading her to the sofa.
At this moment, Nia Mitchell was very obedient, doing whatever he instructed her to do, completely unlike how she faced Anne earlier.
