She cleaned the wound with disinfectant before bandaging it. Soon after, Quincy parked the car by the side of the road.

Nina assisted Nash into the car, glancing briefly at Scott. In that momentary look, Nash sensed her genuine concern for Scott.

Scott broke the silence, speaking gently, "You should head back first. Mr. York is injured and requires someone to look after him." He was offering Nina an out, understanding her responsibilities. After all, Mr. York was her employer, and she needed to think about the bigger picture.

Nina waved to Scott, saying, "Then I'll head back first. Thanks for taking me out today."

"You're welcome," Scott replied as the car door closed.

Initially, Quincy had thought to get in the car, but remembering something, he walked over to Scott with a smile. "Mr. Lucas, thank you for your assistance."

Quincy politely took the pink bear soft toy from Scott. After all, it was Mr. York who had won it back for Nina. It wouldn't be right for someone else to take it away.

It was the first time Quincy had seen Mr. York so competitive. As the car slowly departed, Scott's gaze followed, his expression unreadable. Then his phone buzzed.

A text message came through: "Dinner is ready. When are you coming back?" He pocketed his phone and headed in the opposite direction.

Back at home, Nina was worried, fearing that the darts Mr. York had been playing with might have rusted. So, she called a family doctor to come over and administered a tetanus shot. Nash thought to himself that whenever she was free, she would end up meeting with Scott. He asked tentatively, "Was it just a coincidence that you ran into Scott again this time?" Indeed, it was just a coincidence.

This time, Nina's response was firm, "Scott and I are friends. What's wrong with catching up with him? It doesn't interfere with work hours."

Nash's expression darkened. "Do you really think he sees you as just a friend?"

Nina pursed her lips, stating firmly, "We're just friends."

She had been by his side for many years, and besides Yvonne, she had no other friends. Yvonne was her college classmate, and Scott was her junior high school classmate. It seemed that apart from classmates, she hadn't made any friends in society.

Why was that?

Was she so focused on Nash?

She wanted to change her way of life. She couldn't continue to revolve around Nash as she had before. Despite her conviction, Nash didn't agree.

He said coldly, "You are my wife. Keep your distance from men."

"Why do you only ask me to do so? When will you keep your distance from Miranda?" Nina stared at Nash, questioning him back.

Nash was feeling irritated, unwilling to respond. "These two things can't be equated!"

"But I believe the nature of both situations is similar," Nina replied calmly. What he couldn't accomplish, he shouldn't demand from her either. She had already done more than enough.

"I don't have many friends, especially male ones. And after a divorce, we all have the right to seek happiness. You can't expect everything, can you?"

Nash clenched his fists at her words, struggling to contain his anger. Did she feel like she lost her freedom after marrying him? Or did she see Scott as her new pursuit after the divorce? Nash stared at Nina without uttering a word. He simply narrowed his eyes slightly, concealing a sense of danger within them.

The following day, as part of city beautification efforts, a team of sanitation workers was busy cleaning the streets.

Coincidentally, the charity event hosted by York Corporation was still in progress. Wherever under York Corporation's management, they dispatched individuals to distribute bottled water to the passing sanitation workers.

Hundreds of boxes were already prepared in the warehouse. Nina was in the warehouse conducting inventory, and she directed someone to report to Nash.

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