After saying this, Maxwell Peary stood before Mr. Mitchell.
"Dad."
He called out naturally.
"We came here in a hurry this time and didn't have a chance to pay a proper visit. I'm truly sorry. Our marriage was also very rushed. When we officially hold our wedding ceremony, I'll make up for everything we've missed."
Maxwell Peary spoke with genuine sincerity. The typically proud man had likely never uttered such humble words in his entire life.
Listening to him, Nia Mitchell's eyes welled up with tears.
Maxwell Peary was equally moved.
He had initially thought that Nia wouldn't reveal their relationship during this visit. To his surprise, she had. Now he could stand proudly before her father in his true capacity. He could hardly express the emotions welling up inside him. It felt strange, truly strange.
"As long as you treat Nia well, I don't mind anything else," Mr. Mitchell said.
Maxwell nodded. He didn't need anyone telling him to treat his own wife well.
