Nia Mitchell stood to one side, a particularly colorful expression on her face as she watched the scene unfold.
"Uncle, let's go first."
They had stayed out so late, they had probably missed the last transport back to Capital Town. They would have to find a local hotel for the night.
Maxwell Peary, however, wasn't thinking about such things. He wanted to help Nia solve her most pressing problem.
"You're not going anywhere."
Molly Harguez barred Nia's path, her face a mask of displeasure.
"At least cover the medical fees here. We don't have money."
Molly kept pleading poverty.
Nia's father couldn't watch any longer and grabbed Molly.
"How are we broke? Didn't we deposit 100,000 USD last time?"
Hearing this from Nia's father, Molly immediately flew into a rage.
"That 100,000 USD is for our son's university education! How could you say such a thing?" Molly roared at Nia's father.
