CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery
Chapter 140

The car quickly departed from the front of the building. Watching the shadow of the car fading away, Nina involuntarily clenched her fists.

"So, this lady wasn't lying. She really does have a connection with Mr. York," the receptionist remarked, feeling uncertain.

"They took her away, their relationship must be good. If Mr. York blames us, we'll be in trouble," someone else commented.

Hearing this, Nina felt a bit down. She had witnessed Mr. York's ruthlessness towards women, as well as his tenderness. It all depended on whether he liked them or not.

If he favored someone like Miranda, he'd rush her to the hospital even for a minor injury. He'd also worry about Linda if she got hurt, rushing to take her to the hospital without delay.

The receptionist was also a bit flustered, fearing that the accident might have resulted from her attempt to prevent Linda from visiting Mr. York. She pleaded, "Nina, if Mr. York holds us accountable, could you please put in a good word for us?"

Nina snapped out of her thoughts, composed herself, and said, "Today's situation was an accident. You don't need to blame yourselves. If Mr. York assigns blame, I'll handle it."

"Okay, thank you, Nina," they replied, feeling relieved.

Nina nodded and returned to her office.

Less than ten minutes after Nash took Linda away, the news had spread throughout the entire office. It was said that Nash had a new favorite, still favoring a particular type.

Nina mulled over it. What type did Nash prefer?

Was Miranda one of them?

Linda too?

How far was she from fitting into that category?

When would she align with his preferences and capture his attention?

She couldn't help but feel naïve. Her personality was deeply rooted, and she questioned how long she could maintain a facade to keep a man interested. Perhaps it was better to simply be herself.

After work, Nina, feeling bored, went to visit Grandpa George. She had recently visited her father, who had someone taking care of him, so she didn't go there again. However, it had been a few days since her last visit to Grandpa George.

As Nash had mentioned, Grandpa George didn't have many people around him, and he felt quite lonely, needing someone to care for him. Nina had been doted on by her grandparents when she was young, and she mourned their loss for a long time after they passed away.

Upon entering the York family, she found favor with Nash's grandpa, which made her feel loved once more. She might be well-received by the older generation, replaceing them familiar and easy to connect with. When Nina arrived at the hospital room, Grandpa George was reading a book with his reading glasses on. The images of soldiers on the cover suggested that he was reading a book about the military. Seeing Nina come to visit him, Grandpa George was surprised and happily put down his book, "It's Nina, how come you're here?"

Nina, not very familiar with him, felt a bit reserved and replied, "Nash asked me to come and see you, so I came."

Grandpa George sat up, and Nina hurried to adjust his pillow. "He wants to be filial to me, that's his business. Why doesn't he come himself and sends you instead?"

Nina paused, "He's pretty tied up, and I also wanted to swing by and see you."

"What else could he be busy with after work? It's obviously just an excuse. Nina is still the best," Grandpa George praised Nina and glanced outside.

The weather was lovely, and Grandpa George suggested, "Let's head out for a walk. It feels stuffy and uncomfortable cooped up in here."

"Sure thing."

Grandpa George could manage to get out of bed now, although he still relied on a wheelchair. Nina helped him get dressed, making sure he was all set before wheeling him outside. As they strolled, the weather was just perfect, with the sun shining down, not too hot but pleasantly warm.

"Grandpa George, I saw you reading just now. Do you usually enjoy reading?" Nina asked.

Grandpa George smiled, "Not really, I just have this urge to read and learn more! You know me, I've spent my entire life on the battlefield, but I've never truly delved into the stories of that era. As I've aged, I replace myself nostalgic for my youth. Times were tough for us back then, but our forefathers had it even rougher. We could still manage to have bread, but they were reduced to eating tree bark."