Evelyn Peary was all set to righteously denounce Maxwell Peary. She was always the one he lectured, and now, finally, she had a chance to counterattack.
However, Evelyn Peary hadn't expected that the first person to jump in and explain after she spoke wouldn't be Maxwell Peary, but Nia Mitchell.
"Well, I'm already twenty years old. I'm an adult now."
Evelyn Peary looked utterly exasperated. Miss Mitchell, please! I'm trying to help you; you're on the wrong side!
Hearing Nia's urgent voice, a flicker of indulgence crossed Maxwell's eyes. He feigned indifference and poured himself a cup of tea.
He savored it slowly. The tea here had always suited his taste; it was the same flavor as before, unchanged.
"So what if you're an adult? You're only twenty. My brother is nine years older than you."
Maxwell's face instantly darkened. He never used to care about age, but now, any mention of his age would make him bristle.
