Maxwell Peary looked utterly incredulous and couldn't accept the situation at all.
How resilient must Nia Mitchell's heart be to still manage to eat in such circumstances?
"Uncle?"
Nia blinked. Was there a problem with how she expressed it?
Why was Maxwell completely motionless?
"Just put it here."
Nia patted the empty space in front of her, repeating herself once again.
Maxwell sat there in a daze, still holding the tray with both hands.
"I'll just keep holding it. You eat first, and I'll eat after you're done."
He couldn't do it; he couldn't get over this mental hurdle.
Nia looked at Maxwell in bewilderment, not understanding what he meant by that.
But...
Why eat separately?
"Uncle!"
Nia disapproved of his suggestion, reaching out to take his tray and set it down in front of her.
Maxwell: ...!!!
There was no way to salvage it; it had already become a fact.
How could it end up like this?
"Hurry up and eat."
