Nina's face was smeared with dirt and tears, looking utterly disheveled. When she tried to stand up, she had no strength left and fainted. Nash caught her just in time. Now, Nina was quiet, with tears still streaming down her cheeks.

Nash's deep eyes fixed on her as he gently wiped away her tears. "Captain," someone called out.

At that moment, they were all there.

Nash cradled Nina in his arms. "Clean this place up," he ordered.

Scarlett's face turned pale, and she hesitated. "Is that it? She will be heartbroken."

Nash replied, "If we don't do this, she'll have nothing but death. As long as she's alive, there's hope. Even if this child is gone, she must live."

To Nash, Nina's life was more important than the child's. Even if she hated him for it, he would accept that.

Scarlett fell silent, unable to bear seeing Nina in such pain.

"Take care of the rest," Nash instructed Scarlett. "Keep her safe and remember what I told you."

Scarlett responded seriously, "I understand. I won't let you down."

Nash nodded, carrying Nina back to her room. He laid her on the bed and began to clean her face and hands, removing the dirt from her nails. Seeing her injured hands made his heart ache. He repeated these actions patiently, changing the water several times. His lingering gaze swept over Nina's face.

He stayed by her side for several hours, knowing that once she woke up and realized the child was gone, she would never forgive him. She would hate him and not want to see him.

To avoid her waking up upset and agitated, he watched her while she was unconscious. When the sun began to set, Nash slowly stood up. He leaned over and gently kissed her lips before leaving. Nash said nothing as he left the room. Outside, many people were already waiting. As he exited, they began to straighten their uniforms, ready to depart. Nash walked briskly ahead, not stopping. Scarlett, still worried, followed him. "Captain!"

He turned to look at her.

"Take care of yourself," Scarlett said, knowing these words would also come from Nina.

"Will do."

With that, they went downstairs. Several vehicles were waiting. Nash got into a car, followed by the others, and they drove away slowly.

The place fell into complete silence. Even the usually bustling hospital seemed quieter, leaving a hollow feeling.

It was as if the end of a performance, evoking a sense of sadness. That was how Scarlett felt. She had finally found a sense of home, only for it to scatter again.

But she had tasks to complete. For Nina, and for those she cared about, she would fulfill her duties.

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Three days later, Nina woke up. The first thing she saw was the ceiling, her gaze blank.

Scarlett, who had been waiting anxiously, was overjoyed. "Nina, you're finally awake. You've been asleep for three days."

Nina's voice was hoarse. "Why am I still alive?"

She had thought she would die, that she could join her child. But she was still here.

Scarlett leaned on the bed. "How could you possibly die? You're not going to die anymore!"

Nina turned her head to look at her. "Why am I not going to die anymore?"

Scarlett's eyes grew complicated. She stood up to prepare some food, trying to change the subject. "You must be hungry. Your meal is ready, and it's still warm. Get up and eat." Nina sat up, insisting, "Why am I not going to die anymore? Scarlett, tell me."

Scarlett bit her lip, feeling tormented by the question.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

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