After taking a deep breath, Nia Mitchell happily went to find Evelyn Peary.
"Were you on the phone with my brother?"
"Yeah."
"My brother treats you so well. He rarely calls me first."
Listening to Evelyn Peary's complaint, Nia Mitchell stuck out her little tongue.
"Actually, he rarely calls me either, and he always looks stern and scolds me, forbidding me from doing this and that."
Nia Mitchell pouted, her heart full of grievances every time this topic came up.
Hearing her say this, Evelyn Peary nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Exactly! He's always like this. I didn't expect him to treat his wife the same way. How boring."
Upon hearing these words, Nia Mitchell's face turned red instantly. Wife... Oh dear! Such embarrassing words.
In his eyes, I'm just a kid.
Indeed, Maxwell Peary always doted on her as if she were a child, taking care of her like one.
"It's because you're so young. My brother is such a cradle-robber, haha!"
