On the hospital bed, the old mother was also very anxious, but she was physically incapacitated. Even if she wanted to get up, she had no strength at all. She couldn't speak either; she could only watch the scene unfolding from her bed.
Maxwell Peary's lips curled into a cold smile as he flexed his ankles. He had put his full force into that kick just now.
"Who are you? I don't care who you are."
Maxwell Peary, with a look of disdain, watched as the mayor's wife went to help him, and then the hospital director called for doctors and nurses. Ignoring everything else happening there, he turned to look at Nia Mitchell.
"Are you getting bolder?"
Along the way, Maxwell had thought a lot. The more he pampered this Rabina, the more she pushed her luck.
She hadn't even left a word and just took a car to such a faraway place on her own?
Hmph?
Nia Mitchell froze, standing there looking utterly wronged. Everything that had happened today needed an outlet.
