Maxwell Peary patted Nia Mitchell’s small head, leading her towards the Dining Hall. "Rest assured, she’s very similar to you personality-wise, so you don’t have to feel restrained. I noticed you didn’t eat much this morning, so eat a bit more with her later." Nia Mitchell listened closely to every word from Maxwell Peary, then looked up. "Aren’t you going with us?" She was scared that she wouldn’t handle it on her own. Just the status of mother-in-law was stifling enough, let alone the fact that this mother-in-law was also a goddess-level star. She had only ever watched her on screen in the past, but now Silvia was sitting right in front of her. She felt like her legs would give out if Maxwell wasn’t there with her. "I don’t like eating those things." Maxwell Peary looked a bit uncomfortable. If he showed up in the Dining Hall later, he’d definitely be forced to eat. He knew his mom all too well. "But I’ll be scared if you’re not there." As if to emphasize her fear, Nia tightly gripped Maxwell Peary’s large hand, terrified that if she didn’t hold on tight, the CEO might slip away. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Silvia Waterborne walked out of the kitchen, high heels dangling from her hand, just in time to see the hand-holding couple. "Hey, Maxwell Peary, can you stop showing off your affection in front of me?" Silvia Waterborne waved her hand. Standing in the Living Room, she casually tossed her high heels toward the front door and then began to wander around barefoot. "This place looks just like before—atrociously decorated! You’re married now; you should have some bright red to make it more festive." Silvia Waterborne folded her arms, TSK-TSKING nonstop. She looked here and there, adding commentary at every turn. Her conclusion: the entire house was a disaster. When she went up to the Bedroom on the second floor, things got even worse. "Maxwell Peary, look at this dreary quilt you’re still using! And look at your bedsheets! Look at those curtains! Unacceptable, unacceptable! I can’t bear to look anymore. Your taste is searing my eyes!" Saying this, Silvia Waterborne covered her eyes and retreated step by step. At that moment, Nia Mitchell entered the room with a pair of slippers in hand, somewhat unclear about what was happening. "Mom, please put on your shoes. The floor is cold." Yes, every time she didn’t wear shoes, Maxwell would always patiently advise her that the floor was cold. Hearing that, Silvia Waterborne was so moved that tears immediately started streaming down her face. "BOO HOO HOO, my son has never been this considerate! BOO HOO HOO, my daughter avoids me day in and day out! BOO HOO HOO, my daughter-in-law is still the best!" As she said this, Silvia Waterborne stretched out her hands as if to pounce on Nia, but Maxwell Peary quickly stepped in front of Nia Mitchell to block her. "Mom, that’s enough. Cut it out with the acting." Seeing she’d been exposed, Silvia Waterborne casually wiped away her tears. "Hmph! I specifically put on waterproof makeup this time, so I won’t have any issues with it smudging when I cry anymore." She responded proudly, then turned her gaze back to Nia Mitchell. "Ooh, I really love this little daughter-in-law of mine! Look at these sparkling eyes, look at this delicate, smooth skin that’s practically flawless! It’s like she’s my spitting image; she must have inherited it from me!" Maxwell Peary rubbed his forehead. Watching Silvia Waterborne start to spout utter nonsense, the veins on his forehead throbbed insistently. She’s your daughter-in-law, not your daughter! What on earth is she talking about, ’inherited’? Nia Mitchell stood there, utterly stupefied, unsure how to deal with Silvia Waterborne. Her mind was a complete muddle right now; she really needed to sort out her thoughts.