Yancy Hastings ran a hand over his face, feeling on the verge of a breakdown. He had to take a step back. "Alright, then you can join us too," he finally said to Maxwell Peary. If he wants to listen in, then let him, Yancy thought.
"I'm not going." Maxwell Peary shot him a disdainful look. What secrets could they possibly need to discuss? He had no desire to talk to Yancy Hastings, much less be alone with him.
Seeing this, Yancy Hastings was about to explode. You damn Maxwell Peary!
"Uncle..." Nia Mitchell tugged at his sleeve. What was he trying to accomplish by saying this?
"It's okay. I'll just go talk to him for a few minutes." Nia Mitchell had a feeling he probably wanted to talk to her about Fiona Sutton.
Fine, Fiona Sutton it is. After all, this was something she was very concerned about. Thinking this, Nia Mitchell intervened to stop Maxwell Peary's difficult situation.
