Just by listening to her words, anyone who didn't know better would really think that Maxwell Peary was at fault.
But really?
This Rabina Mitchell, she's really something.
"You're not allowed to eat, and that's final. I'll tell the butler to watch your mouth closely for the next few days."
"You!"
Nia Mitchell fumed. HMPH! If he wouldn't make her anything good to eat, she would just go out and eat.
"Uncle..."
Nia Mitchell's eyes darted around thoughtfully for a moment, and then her voice immediately softened, becoming incredibly gentle as she spoke.
GULP!
On the other end of the line, Maxwell Peary swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry and his tongue parched.
"Hmm."
A single, emotionless syllable came through the phone, making Nia Mitchell bite her lip.
"Could you bring me something tasty when you get off work?"
She asked tentatively, not directly stating what she wanted to eat.
Maxwell Peary was taken aback. Nia wants to eat food from outside?
"What kind of food?"
