Chapter 1386 - 1385: Wearing an Unhappy Expression
Poof—
Maxwell Peary once again took a shot.
Why is everyone bringing up kids in front of him these days?
That’s not the worst part; people often mention his age.
Is he really that old?
He’s only twenty-nine.
And Yancy Hastings, who’s younger than him, can be seen, right?
After understanding Yancy Hastings’ reason for becoming a terrorist, Maxwell Peary spoke about the virus.
"You don’t need to worry about the virus; it’s been neutralized."
Yancy Hastings was evidently unaware that there was no antidote for the virus.
It was merely suppressed, temporarily lurking in the body.
When the day comes that it flares up...
No one dares to think about it.
He will definitely find the antidote as soon as possible.
Maxwell Peary wanted to say something more, but a phone call came at that moment.
Nia Mitchell returned home and waited a long time but the CEO didn’t come back.
So she decided to call the CEO.
Maxwell Peary was startled seeing Nia Mitchell’s call, realizing it had been over two hours since work ended.
Normally, he would have been home long ago by this time.
Moreover...
He inadvertently forgot to tell Rabina Mitchell he’d be late tonight.
"Hello?"
"Uncle, why haven’t you come home yet?"
"I have some things to do outside, I’ll be back soon, approximately... half an hour."
Nia Mitchell checked the time and pouted.
Alright, even if she protested, it wouldn’t help.
"Okay, then I’ll wait for you at home."
Recently, Rabina Mitchell has been so understanding, making things much easier.
And she’s very well-behaved,
"Alright, if you’re hungry, have some fruit or pastries, but don’t eat anything cold, understand?"
"I got it."
......
After hanging up, Maxwell Peary looked at Yancy Hastings.
"Anyway, welcome home."
For Maxwell Peary to say such words was beyond Yancy Hastings’ expectations.
It’s too exaggerated.
After all, he had only been missing for a while; why has Maxwell Peary’s demeanor changed?
This doesn’t really feel like Young Master Peary of the past.
At this moment, Fiona Sutton was lying on the bed, reaching for her phone to call Charles Northwood.
"What? Yancy Hastings is back?"
Charles Northwood was stunned.
Yancy Hastings didn’t seem like he would return anytime soon.
"Yeah, I can hardly believe it; he truly didn’t die."
Fiona Sutton was filled with joy; just thinking that Yancy Hastings didn’t die made her want to smile.
"Did he say anything upon his return?"
Charles Northwood frowned, thinking if Yancy Hastings wronged Fiona Sutton, he would never forgive him.
Thinking about this, Charles Northwood’s expression changed.
"He didn’t say much, just that we’re preparing to get married, sort of a proposal."
Although it was just those few words, and the ring had already been given to her.
Reflecting on today’s events, Fiona Sutton’s complexion looked much better.
"Congratulations."
Upon hearing about her marriage, Charles Northwood felt complicated, an indescribable feeling.
Yet he sincerely wished her happiness, hoping she could be happy.
"Thank you."
"Alright, you’re pregnant, don’t use the phone for too long; I’m hanging up."
"Okay."
......
Tara Jameson carefully observed Charles Northwood’s expression, full of curiosity.
"The call was from Fiona Sutton; she’s getting married to the child’s father."