Chapter 1288 - 1287: Young Master Peary, You’re Basically Domestic Violence

Chapter 1288: Chapter 1287: Young Master Peary, You’re Basically Domestic Violence

"Why were you rushing around? I’ve told you before, don’t run, especially near the stairs."

Seeing the two of them talking, Maxwell Peary prepared to disinfect Nia Mitchell’s wounds, while Frederick Goldsmith turned and left to give them some space.

"I understand, I won’t run around next time."

Nia Mitchell immediately nodded, looking very serious.

Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary reluctantly started to disinfect her wounds.

"Ouch!"

As he touched the injury, a sharp pain spread through her nerves, causing Nia Mitchell to instinctively want to retract her leg.

But Maxwell Peary wouldn’t let her pull back.

With his free left hand, he gently applied force, keeping her leg held firmly.

"Don’t move."

Maxwell Peary was completely unaffected by her actions, focusing intently on disinfecting her wound.

Nia Mitchell clenched her teeth, eventually feeling the pain subside, as Maxwell Peary handled her gently.

Soon, the wound on her knee was cleaned up, and Maxwell Peary bandaged it with some gauze.

"Alright, arm."

It was as if he had been through a battle; Maxwell Peary’s forehead was covered in sweat, and he sighed in relief after wrapping the bandage.

He didn’t need to squat while treating the arm’s wound.

He sat next to her, gently disinfecting her arm.

"The injury on the arm isn’t as severe as the knee, but it’s still quite noticeable."

Maxwell Peary commented while disinfecting.

Nia Mitchell sat there, pouting, not daring to look at her wound.

The CEO’s technique was quick; soon her arm was taken care of.

Nia Mitchell smiled at Maxwell Peary.

"Uncle, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone to buy such a big ice cream cake by myself, and I shouldn’t have ignored your advice and run around the house."

Nia Mitchell admitted her mistake obediently.

Seeing her like this, even if Maxwell Peary was angry, he couldn’t express it.

"You..."

He really had no way to deal with her.

"The weather isn’t that hot, how could you eat so much ice cream cake? Eating too much can upset your stomach. Besides, we’re planning to have a baby, so you need to exercise some self-control."

He couldn’t imagine her rushing around the house once she’s pregnant; what if she fell?

This little Rabina Mitchell has never been easy to handle.

Listening to Maxwell Peary’s words, Nia Mitchell immediately nodded.

Even so, Maxwell Peary still felt uneasy.

"Let’s wait for another two years before having a child."

By then, maybe Nia Mitchell would have settled down and become more mature.

That way, they can raise a child better.

Upon hearing his words, Nia Mitchell’s eyes widened instantly, shaking her head vigorously.

"No, no, no, uncle, please don’t."

Nia Mitchell shook her head in a hurry, which caused a sudden bout of dizziness, making her almost tumble off the couch.

"Don’t move around."

Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary felt increasingly uneasy.

He bent down and picked her up.

"I’m taking you to the hospital for a check-up. We don’t want you to get a concussion."

Seeing the large bump on her forehead, Maxwell Peary felt a wave of fear.

...

Hospital—

Anton Swan raised an eyebrow slightly as he watched Maxwell Peary carry Nia Mitchell inside.

"Young Master Peary, are you sure you’re not engaging in domestic violence?"

Last time, this little girl’s wrist was injured by him, and this time there’s blood.

Upon hearing Anton Swan’s words, Maxwell Peary was expressionless, not bothering to respond.