Only upon entering the Grand Gate of the old mansion did Nia Mitchell remember something crucial. She immediately stared wide-eyed at Maxwell Peary.
"Uncle, why are we visiting the old mansion?"
Good heavens, I should have asked earlier! That way, I could have prepared mentally and figured out what I should say.
"You don't need to worry about it. Just sit over there, sip some juice, and eat some fruit."
He brought her along mainly because he was worried about leaving her alone. If Nia knew this was the reason he'd allowed her to come, she'd probably spit watermelon seeds all over Maxwell's face.
"Then you must ensure that no one gives me a hard time on purpose."
Indeed, should anyone try to give her trouble, he would be there to shield her.
"Rest assured." Maxwell patted her little head and then got out of the car.
The old mansion remained as tranquil as ever, exuding an air of solemn grandeur from every corner.
