Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot-Chapter 786 - 785: Young Master Peary Teases the Dog Again

"Capital Town is too far from home," Molly Harguez immediately said, not wanting Aldy Mitchell to stay in such a distant place.

"Not far," Aldy Mitchell quickly replied. A plane ride is pretty fast, isn’t it?

"Capital Town University is a good choice too. You just need to work a bit harder. Really, choosing a school just depends on what major you want to study," Nia Mitchell said with a smile, not trying to stop him like Molly Harguez.

Aldy Mitchell nodded, thinking Nia’s words made a lot of sense.

"Can’t you apply to a school closer to home?" Molly Harguez asked. She had never been so far from her son before and was very reluctant to let him go.

"Yes, Capital Town is indeed quite far," Aldy’s father said. And besides, the cost of living in Capital Town is very high.

"It’s fine. I’ll get a part-time job during the winter and summer breaks to earn my tuition. Wages are high in Capital Town too," Aldy Mitchell quickly explained his plan.

Aldy’s father couldn’t refuse and could only nod in agreement.

Molly Harguez sat to one side, silent.

The atmosphere suddenly changed.

Nia Mitchell didn’t stay much longer. After they finished eating, she left the hospital.

「The villa halfway up the hill—」

When Nia Mitchell returned, Maxwell Peary was still upstairs sleeping.

"Young Mistress, you’re back?" Frederick Goldsmith immediately went over and took the lunchbox from her hands.

"Mm, is Uncle still sleeping?"

"Yes."

Frederick Goldsmith was a little worried. Yancy Hastings was one of Young Master Peary’s few friends; this incident must have hit him hard. Though Yancy Hastings often used to joke that he lived each day as if it were his last.

"Ask the kitchen to prepare some soup," Nia said. He probably hasn’t eaten well these past few days. She could tell just by looking at his haggard appearance.

Frederick Goldsmith nodded but didn’t tell Nia Mitchell that soup was already simmering.

"I’m going upstairs now," Nia said. She wasn’t in the mood for fruit anymore; it was as if she didn’t even see the strawberries on the coffee table.

Watching her retreating figure, Frederick Goldsmith sighed.

「Main Bedroom on the second floor—」

Maxwell Peary’s even breathing could be heard. Nia Mitchell slipped off her shoes and tiptoed into the room.

Seeing his furrowed brow, Nia Mitchell went to the bathroom and brought back a basin of water. She gently wrung out a towel and carefully began to wipe his face.

The moment she touched his skin, Maxwell Peary’s eyes snapped open, and he grabbed her hand.

"Did I wake you?" Nia Mitchell asked, startled. She had only wanted to wipe his face, since he had fallen asleep without even taking off his clothes and was lying directly on the bed.

"Close your eyes and go back to sleep. Let me wipe your face; you’ll feel more comfortable that way," Nia said, her limpid eyes full of concern.

Maxwell Peary’s tightly furrowed brow eased slightly, but he didn’t let go of her hand.

"No need." He sat up in bed. Even though he was so tired he didn’t want to move an inch, he still didn’t want her doing this for him. He couldn’t bear to see her do it.

He reached out, took the towel from her hand, and gently placed it over her eyes.

"You haven’t been sleeping well, have you? Look at these dark circles."

Nia Mitchell froze for a moment, kneeling on the bed with her hands clasped tightly.

"Uncle," she murmured. A comforting warmth spread over her eyes from the towel.

"When I wasn’t with you that day, were you terrified?" His voice was thick with concern.

Hearing his words, Nia Mitchell’s heart stirred.

"You knew?"