Nia Mitchell crouched there, crying sorrowfully. Her father, Mr. Mitchell, had also chased after her. Seeing Nia weeping by the elevator entrance, his own heart filled with immense sorrow.
He slowly walked over.
"That guy was your husband – Hendry Hampton?"
Mr. Mitchell hesitated, not knowing how to console the weeping Nia.
Nia remained crouched there, too choked up to say a word. Tears streamed down her face as she continuously shook her head.
"Don't cry; he's already left." Seeing the elevator had reached the ground floor, Mr. Mitchell sighed.
Not far away, the sound of firm, deliberate footsteps approached.
Nia heard this sound and instinctively turned her head.
Maxwell Peary was walking over, his chest rising and falling slightly.
Just now… from the elevator, he had caught a final glimpse of Nia, and she had looked as if she were completely breaking down.
He had to admit, even though he had been furious, he'd panicked at that moment.
