Seeing Nia Mitchell panting heavily, Fiona Sutton's face turned red.
Thankfully, Nia hadn't seen what happened earlier. Otherwise, she would have been too embarrassed to face her.
"Why did you run up here? Look at you, panting like this."
Maxwell Peary looked at Nia reproachfully, gently rubbing her back.
"But what are you doing here?"
Nia pouted. What good would coming here do?
"Yancy Hastings, what was that attitude just now?"
Thinking about how Yancy had pushed little Rabina made Maxwell's blood boil.That bastard. He himself could hardly bear to lay a finger on Rabina, yet Yancy had been so rough.
"What did I do?"
Yancy Hastings didn't think he'd been out of line at all. He felt completely justified.This Nia Mitchell was such an eyesore.
"Since Nia and I are both here, let's clear the air. Fiona, what is it about Nia that you find so unsatisfactory?" Maxwell cut straight to the point and then glared at Fiona.
Fiona moved her lips but didn't know what to say.
