Chapter 1355 - 1354: I Trust Uncle
Upon hearing the CEO say these things, Nia Mitchell nodded.
"Alright, I trust Uncle."
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Maxwell Peary being Maxwell Peary, he was able to calm Nia Mitchell with just a few words.
After the two hung up the phone, Nia Mitchell adjusted her mood and returned to the ward.
"Dad... I’ll go out and get you guys some dinner."
Looking at the time, it was also almost lunchtime.
Nia’s father looked at Nia Mitchell with a smile, happy that she knew the situation and was still willing to call him Dad.
"No need to bother, the nanny hired by Young Master Peary will soon prepare and bring over the meals."
After hearing this, Nia Mitchell nodded, not expecting the nanny to report even this matter.
"Well... is there anything you need my help with?"
Nia Mitchell stood there awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed herself.
"There’s nothing, you can sit here and rest a bit, and then join us for lunch."
Nia Mitchell froze for a moment and immediately shook her head.
"I... I still have things to do. I’ve already made plans to have lunch with someone, so it’s not necessary."
If Nia Mitchell stayed, she would feel very uncomfortable since they were a family of three.
She was just an outsider; what was the point of meddling?
"Well, since there’s nothing else needed from me here, I’ll head out first."
Saying that, Nia Mitchell hurriedly left the ward.
Escaping from the glaring whiteness, Nia Mitchell got into a taxi and soon arrived at the hotel.
Fiona Sutton lay on the hotel’s large bed, already having taken a hazy nap.
Nia Mitchell turned on the hotel lights, waking up Fiona.
"You’re back."
Fiona Sutton sat up from the bed, yawning.
"It’s already past eleven? Let’s go eat together, how about going to that Pickled Fish House we used to visit often?"
Fiona Sutton glanced at the time on her phone, marveling at how deep her sleep had been.
Clearly, taking a flight is really tiring.
"Pickled Fish House? Sure, it’s been four years since we’ve been there, who knows if it’s still around."
Nia Mitchell, full of excitement, and Fiona Sutton tidied up a bit and then headed to the frequently visited Pickled Fish House.
The fish house was still fairly close to the hotel, so the two decided to walk leisurely over.
By the time they arrived at the fish house, it was just during the peak dining hours, with lots of people around.
"Hey, you two..."
The owner, carrying a bowl of pickled fish, happened to see Fiona Sutton and Nia Mitchell.
For a moment, she found these two familiar but couldn’t recall exactly who they were.
"Boss lady, it’s me, Nia Mitchell."
With Nia Mitchell’s prompt, the owner instantly remembered.
"Nia Mitchell, Fiona Sutton, is that right? My memory is rusty, but you haven’t come in years."
The owner immediately led them upstairs to a small private room suited for three or four people.
"Why is it just you two? Where’s Charles Northwood?"
The three of them used to come for pickled fish regularly, she remembered clearly.
"We haven’t graduated yet; we came back for some matters this time with Fiona."
"Oh, I understand now. Are you sticking to the usual?"
"Of course, but do you still remember our taste preferences, boss lady?"
"Of course I remember, no cilantro, and just a little chili, right?"
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After confirming, the owner turned and left to tend to the guests downstairs.
Nia Mitchell and Fiona Sutton sat in the private room, their emotions quite complicated.
"Only Charles Northwood is missing."