"Why are you in such a hurry again? Since when am I raising a dog in my Waiting Room specifically to chase you away?"
Maxwell Peary, noticing his wife frozen on the spot, immediately walked over.
Nia Mitchell hadn't expected him to have a guest in his Office Room, so she sheepishly scratched her head.
"Um... hello."
She couldn't ignore Yancy Hastings's gaze and awkwardly greeted him.
He had helped her at the Hospital last time, and it seemed she hadn't yet had a chance to thank him.
"Thanks for your help last time."
Nia Mitchell was completely ignoring Maxwell Peary, who had already walked up to her, and was still fixated on Yancy Hastings sitting over there.
As for this, the two men had completely different thoughts.
Yancy Hastings's brain felt like it had been bombed, constantly replaying what Maxwell Peary had just said.
