"There's nothing wrong, Uncle. Look at you—smoking, drinking, and always staying up late."
It's a real miracle that someone like him could have the healthy physique of a CEO.
Hearing Nia Mitchell say this, Maxwell Peary was at a loss for words.
So she *did* mind his smoking habit from before.
"I'm already quitting," Maxwell Peary helplessly reassured her, trying to offer some comfort.
"Understood."
Such a scene would be perfectly normal between a husband and wife, but the doctor now felt like he was seeing a ghost.
Oh my god, what on earth is happening? Is this gentleman in front of me really Young Master Peary? The famous Young Master Peary from Capital Town? He should be exuding a domineering aura, so why is his entire vibe suddenly off?
Witnessing this, the doctor rubbed his eyes, suspecting it was all a figment of his imagination.
"Remember, don't say anything you shouldn't."
