Nia Mitchell didn’t have a chance to speak before Charles Northwood started talking on the other end of the phone.

"What are you rambling about over there? Who tells others to get a divorce like that?"

Charles Northwood strongly disagreed with Fiona Sutton’s words. At this moment, what Nia Mitchell needed was not this, right?

"Who cares what I say? Why keep a guy like that around? Cook him and eat him?"

Fiona Sutton rolled her eyes again and gave Charles Northwood a small kick.

"Nia Mitchell, did you hear what I said? You mustn’t just live with it; if a man does it once, he’ll do it twice."

Nia Mitchell: ......

"Got it, got it. We still don’t know what exactly is happening. My mother-in-law has already gone to the Royal Dynasty Hotel."

"Your mother-in-law? You actually trust your mother-in-law these days?"

Fiona Sutton didn’t know what to say about Nia Mitchell—was she being a bit too naive?

"Of course I trust her. If there’s nothing else, I’m going to hang up now. I still need to call him again and see."

Fiona Sutton was stunned, her brows furrowing tightly.

"At this moment, don’t expect to get through to him."

After saying that, she hung up the phone. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

Nia Mitchell was stunned for a moment, sitting there, staring at the ended call screen. After hesitating for a few seconds, she continued to dial Maxwell Peary’s number.

No answer.

No answer.

No answer.

"Hello?"

Suddenly, a woman’s voice came through, very familiar.

This voice belonged to Belinda Swan.

Damn!

Belinda Swan actually answered Maxwell Peary’s phone!

"How do you have my husband’s phone?"

At this moment, Nia Mitchell wasn’t calling Maxwell Peary "Uncle" anymore. She directly asserted her claim.

He was her husband. Even if outsiders could be deceived by Belinda Swan, she surely couldn’t lie to herself and not believe this fact, right?

"We’re together, so I answered his phone. What’s so strange about that?"

Belinda Swan’s voice was incredibly flamboyant, sharp and sarcastic, filled with a sense of flaunting.

This version of her had nothing in common with her usual pitiful, gentle demeanor.

It was evident how deep her deception was that she could keep it up for so long.

By now, her darker side was fully exposed.

"Let me speak to my husband."

Nia Mitchell frowned, impatiently urging.

"Sorry, he’s in the shower right now and can’t come to the phone."

Belinda Swan spoke, then walked with the phone towards the bathroom.

"Darling, Nia Mitchell wants you to take the call."

"Get lost!"

A furious shout, Maxwell Peary’s impatient voice came through the phone.

Nia Mitchell instantly felt her whole body go stiff, her hands and feet icy cold, just sitting there on the sofa.

Her face went pale.

Her lips lost their color.

Several minutes passed until the butler received the news and came out of the kitchen.

"Young Mistress?"

Frederick Goldsmith immediately came over, finding Nia Mitchell still holding the phone to her ear.

On the other side, there was no sound at all.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, and upon hearing Frederick Goldsmith’s voice, she turned her head.

In this state, Nia Mitchell was heart-wrenching to see.

Frederick Goldsmith immediately went to her side.

"Young Mistress, don’t overthink this. There must be some misunderstanding here."

Misunderstanding?

Nia Mitchell tried to force a smile, but her facial muscles were stiff, unable to move.

With things as they were, what misunderstanding could there be?

In an instant, tears poured down.

Nia Mitchell’s face was full of sorrow, and she sat on the sofa with her knees hugged, quietly sobbing.