After speaking, Nina rushed into the bedroom and closed the door, shutting out the noise from outside. The living room was now silent.

Nash sat in the chair, unable to regain his composure for a long time.

He couldn't understand Nina, why she wanted to keep this child. What was it about that man that she liked?

That man didn't know she was pregnant, didn't know she was living in this tiny apartment, and had never cared about her. At the same time, Nash felt a sense of frustration. No matter what he did, Nina would never be satisfied.

He had made chicken soup for her with his own hands, but she suspected it was poisoned and didn't take a single sip. Looking at his scalded hand, he felt like he was being foolish, trying to please a heartless

woman.

Nash's expression grew colder as he stood up and walked towards the door. Quincy was still waiting outside, and he looked surprised to see Nash coming out. He had been eagerly waiting to be with Nina, and now Nash was leaving?

Quincy asked uncertainly, "Mr. York, aren't you going to accompany Madam?"

With a stern expression, Nash replied, "Why should I? To see her act foolishly?"

With that, Nash strode out angrily, Quincy hurrying to keep up with his steps. As they sat in the car, Nash slammed the door shut and loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt collar. He lit a cigarette to calm his irritation, but his demeanor remained deeply solemn.

At that moment, his phone rang.

Nash glanced at the phone and took a deep drag before answering, "Hello?"

"Nash, where are you off to now? I can't replace you anywhere," Hunter chuckled on the other end of the line.

Nash remained silent for a moment, taking several more puffs of his cigarette before replying nonchalantly, "Just not at home."

"Of course, I know you're not at home," Hunter said, sensing his displeasure. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Is it your wife again who's got you upset?"

Nash maintained his silence with a straight face.

Hunter leaned back in his seat, trying to ease the tension. "You're usually able to handle anything. Why can't you handle a woman?"

Nash furrowed his brows. "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

"No!" Hunter didn't want to see him in this gloomy state. "I know Nina has left. You act like you don't care, but you're like a lost soul without her."

Nash's voice turned cold. "Even if I care, she won't appreciate it."

Hunter found his words amusing and continued, "What kind of caring is that? Does she even know? Nash, you care more about Miranda than you do about Nina!"

Nash's brows furrowed even tighter, his tone growing colder. "Hunter, watch your words. You know what kind of relationship I have with Miranda!"

"I do, but does Nina know?" Hunter pressed on. "Women, you know, when they don't want to be with you anymore, it's either because they don't like you anymore, or alternatively, you haven't given them a sense of security."

"She doesn't like me," Nash's first thought was that, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "She prefers a scumbag over me!"

"Why don't you consider the second option?" Hunter suggested.

He believed it was the second option. When he thought about it, Nina had been by Nash's side for seven years.

How many women stayed with someone for seven years?

If Nina wasn't willing, why would she stay by his side all this time?

But Hunter thought that Nash didn't seem to understand that. In the past, he thought Nash didn't have much affection for Nina. In addition, it was a contractual marriage, arranged by Nash's grandfather.

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