Shirley Grant clenched her fists tightly under the blanket, her heart surging. Scenes from last night’s events kept flashing through her mind. She hated herself; she hated Alan Morgan. Why did he have to toy with her ? It was over, wasn’t it? Alan Morgan got out of bed, gently pulled the blanket up for her, then got dressed and opened his laptop. Ten minutes later, Maxwell Peary received a phone call from Alan Morgan. "Boss, I’m at Hendry Hampton’s house." Maxwell Peary nodded, hung up the phone, and looked down at Nia Mitchell, who was still leaning against him. "Do we have to go today?" He didn’t really want to go get it today. It was finally the weekend, and going to handle these things felt like such a waste. But Nia Mitchell nodded. Maxwell Peary sighed inwardly. Alright. So, the two of them decided to go for a walk, have lunch, and then take care of the matter in the afternoon. "Uncle, can we go to the Supermarket?" Nia Mitchell looked at Maxwell Peary with sparkling eyes. She had run out of snacks a few days ago and needed to restock. Maxwell Peary looked down at Nia Mitchell and considered for a moment. "You’re planning to buy snacks, right?" Nia Mitchell gave a dry laugh and nodded. "No way. Those things aren’t healthy, and it’s not good for you to eat too much of them." It was all Junk Food, the kind used to entice children. Why did she like it so much? Nia Mitchell pouted. Not healthy, not healthy. Hmph. "I’ve been eating these for so many years, and I’m fine! Uncle, I really like them." She batted her big eyes, constantly trying to melt his heart. Maxwell Peary, his face stern, led Nia Mitchell out of the Villa. He didn’t even bother to close the Grand Gate, simply pulling her forward. "Uncle, I really want to eat them! I really, really do!" Nia Mitchell was relentless, pleading and repeating her request over and over. Maxwell Peary maintained a stern expression, ignoring her wheedling and continuing to lead her firmly forward. Along the way, Nia Mitchell felt as if her lips would wear out from talking so much, but he still refused. BOO HOO HOO. Why? The last time she bought snacks, he hadn’t said anything. Why be so cruel? Nia Mitchell struggled hard and finally wrenched her hand free from Maxwell Peary’s. Then she stood rooted to the spot, unwilling to take another step. Her pouting, aggrieved little expression—what was she, if not a child? Maxwell Peary shook his head. He felt defeated by her persistence; he really couldn’t hold out any longer. For origınal chapters go to 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Alright. But you can only buy a little, not too much, understand?" Nia Mitchell’s expression instantly changed from sorrow to joy. Her face transformed as quickly as an actor’s on stage, and she immediately burst into a broad smile. "Uncle, you’re the best!" She hopped to Maxwell Peary’s side and proactively took his large hand. "I want potato chips, jelly, plums, dates, shrimp puffs, and I also want to buy yogurt to drink!" "Eat less of those things." Maxwell Peary said, defeated, as if he could already see his future. "I know, I’ll be careful! It’s okay if I buy them and just eat a little bit each day, right?" Nia Mitchell pouted, her expression seeming to say, ’Since I’m in a good mood, I’ll indulge you.’ This made Maxwell Peary feel increasingly helpless. "Okay, which Supermarket? The one we went to before?" The smile instantly vanished from Nia’s face. She shook her head vigorously—no, no, no!