Chapter 923: Chapter 922: It’s All for Your Own Good

Impossible, Uncle Peary couldn’t possibly get a room with Belinda Swan.

Immediately, she grabbed her phone and dialed the CEO’s number.

After a long series of tones, no one answered.

Nia Mitchell’s eyes reddened as she looked at the photos in the news. Although it was just a silhouette, she clearly knew that it was indeed Maxwell Peary.

The woman beside him was indeed Belinda Swan.

Get a room?

How could it be possible?

How could Uncle possibly get a room with Belinda Swan?

Nia Mitchell’s hands trembled as she held the phone, hugging her knees tightly.

The phone rang, breaking the silence of the Living Room, and the caller ID showed it was Silvia Waterborne.

"Mom."

Nia Mitchell was a bit flustered, her voice tinged with a slight tremor.

She couldn’t believe it all. At this moment, Silvia Waterborne’s call undoubtedly provided her with a safe harbor.

"Don’t let your imagination run wild. I’ve already gotten in the car and am on my way to the Royal Dynasty Hotel. Stay at home and don’t wander off, got it?"

Silvia Waterborne couldn’t believe her son would do something like this either.

She had been very concerned about the news lately, fearing Mr. Elder would expose her matters to the public.

And then, unexpectedly, she saw this kind of news.

She would never believe Maxwell Peary would ignore his own wife to be with that Belinda Swan.

I remember Maxwell Peary used to hate that woman,

how could he now...

how could he...

Silvia Waterborne’s mind was as unsettled as Nia Mitchell’s, equally tumultuous.

"I understand,"

Nia Mitchell responded very obediently, sitting on the couch and biting her lip, wanting to clench her hands but unable to muster the strength.

She didn’t even dare to stand up, as she didn’t have the strength to support herself, and just fell to the floor.

After hanging up, Evelyn Peary’s call came through.

"Don’t worry, Mom has already gone to the Royal Dynasty Hotel; the truth will soon be revealed."

"Um, thank you."

At a time like this, only family could offer the best support.

She had been very scared, but the comfort from her family members made her feel much better.

At least, sitting on the couch, she no longer trembled.

"We’re family, you will always be my sister-in-law,"

"Um."

......

After hanging up, Charles Northwood’s call came.

She had initially wanted to call Maxwell Peary’s phone again, but now it seemed unlikely.

She had no choice but to answer.

"Is the news true or false? How has Maxwell Peary been treating you lately?"

Charles Northwood also couldn’t believe the news.

"I don’t know either; I can’t get through on his phone right now."

Nia Mitchell huddled there, her voice muffled.

"Let me, let me, you go away!"

Fiona Sutton snatched the phone from Charles Northwood’s hand with a glance.

Both of them were dialing; unexpectedly, he got through first.

"Nia Mitchell, let me tell you, you can’t indulge men in these matters. If this is true, divorce him."

Damn it, who does Maxwell Peary think he is? Does he want Nia Mitchell to put up with injustice?

Nia Mitchell’s mouth twitched, divorce?

The mere mention of those words made her fearful.

"Did you hear me? I’m saying this for your own good, but only if this situation is true. Wealthy men can easily turn bad."

Fiona Sutton didn’t want Nia Mitchell to get hurt in the end, so even though her words were harsh, she still said them.