What kind of person was Maxwell Peary? A godly figure. Why would he resort to such childish tactics? He would disdain to do so. Belinda Swan shook her head with a sorrowful smile. "Evelyn, you’re young, and there are many things you don’t understand. You can easily be misled. Your brother and I have an unbreakable tie. Now that I’m back, I don’t plan on leaving again." Belinda Swan looked at the bag in her hand. She had to admit this bag suited Maxwell Peary very well. "Evelyn, I met your brother." She lowered her head, tears dripping onto the bag. "Please don’t shut me out. Apart from Maxwell, I have nothing left. For him, I’ve given up everything I once had." Didn’t she choose to go to the USA because there were too many things she couldn’t let go of? Now, she had let go. She was back. Evelyn Peary suddenly didn’t know what to say. Belinda was back. After all this time, she was actually back. But did Belinda really think she could return to how things were? "Evelyn, let’s go," Nia Mitchell suddenly said. She didn’t know what had happened between Maxwell Peary and Belinda Swan, nor did she want to. All she wanted now was to hold onto her own happiness. "Okay, let’s go pay," Evelyn Peary replied; she had also picked out a red bag earlier. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel※fire.net When Belinda Swan heard Evelyn Peary mention paying, she assumed they were after the bag she was holding—the one she’d managed to get first—and she immediately lifted her head. "I’m buying this bag." Evelyn Peary looked at her, confused, not quite understanding what she meant. Did something happen before I arrived? Seeing Belinda Swan clutching the bag as if it were a precious treasure, Nia Mitchell was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. "I don’t want that bag anymore. It’s dirty now." It had Belinda Swan’s tears on it; Nia wouldn’t buy a bag like that as a gift for Maxwell Peary. With that, Nia Mitchell walked towards the cashier. Evelyn Peary frowned. She glanced at the men’s bag, then remembered her earlier suggestion to Nia Mitchell about giving a gift to Maxwell Peary. She could pretty much guess what had just happened. "Don’t mess with my sister-in-law in the future," Evelyn said to Belinda. "If you have unfinished business with my brother, go find him. What’s the point of taking your frustrations out on her?" Having said her piece, Evelyn Peary walked towards Nia Mitchell, quickly recomposing herself and flashing a smile. "Sis, wait for me! Hurry and pay for my stuff. My brother promised I could buy whatever I wanted." She ran over cheerfully and plunked her bag on the counter. "Ring these up together." The cashier smiled, took the bags, calculated the price, and stated the total. "Card," Nia Mitchell said, pulling the black card Maxwell Peary had given her from her wallet. To be honest, this was the first time she had ever used his money. "Wow!" Evelyn exclaimed. "My brother actually gave you this black card? This is his supplementary card! It has no spending limit and can even be overdrawn!" Evelyn Peary was incredibly envious. How could her brother do this? This was such blatant favoritism! "Really? I didn’t know," Nia Mitchell said with an awkward smile. She hadn’t realized this plain-looking black card was such a big deal. What if I lose it? she suddenly fretted. "My brother treats you better than me! I’m going to tease him about this someday," Evelyn declared. With her mind full of Maxwell Peary, Nia Mitchell’s eyes filled with amusement when she heard Evelyn Peary’s words. "Would you really dare?" Nia asked. Maxwell Peary was notoriously stern, always incredibly serious. Evelyn knew that just approaching him could make her tremble.