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?"Nin
Grandpa George's words resonated deeply with her. Having experienced so many wars, he understood how precious the present days were. A strong nation was less likely to be bullied, so it was essential to safeguard this homeland. Though Nina hadn't lived through the cruelty of that era, she could still recognize that Grandpa George's most glorious moments were in his youth. Even as he aged, he still harbored a desire to contribute more to the country.Grandpa George's eyes welled up as he spoke. Nina listened attentively, noticing the scars left on his legs from gunshot wounds, which revealed the hardships they had endured."Grandpa George, our country is strong now, and there are many talented individuals. There's little chance of war happening," Nina comforted him."You shouldn't be too complacent," Grandpa George cautioned.Suddenly, he chuckled, "But there's no shortage of talent. Nash is a prime example. Achieving feats at such a young age. It's all thanks to his grandfather.
He was reminding Nina. Her own husband should be managed well, and she shouldn't let others take advantage of her.Nina didn't want Grandpa George to worry about her relationship with Nash while he was ill, so she smiled and said, "I know, Nash has already talked to me about it. Grandpa George, it's getting late, and it's chilly outside. Let's go back in.""Okay." Grandpa George understood and didn't say anything more.Nina escorted Grandpa George back to his hospital room, bid him farewell, and was debating whether or not to go to the obstetrics and gynecology department. But Linda happened to call her, "Nina, could you come to the hospital? I have something to discuss with you."Nina decided to go after all.Quincy was standing guard at the door and seemed bewildered when he saw Nina approaching, as if he was afraid of her coming here."Nina, why are you here?" Quincy forced a smile.Nina remained calm and asked, "What's going on?""Well, maybe you should call Mr. York first
Quincy glanced at Nina. Nina said, "Please leave." Quincy then closed the door. Linda lifted the covers, sat on the edge of the bed, and eagerly caressed her belly. "Nina, I know Mr. York has someone in his heart." Nina clenched her fists tightly. Linda hung her head and slowly continued, "Mr. York's kindness towards me is also because of that person. He only likes me because I resemble her. Even so, I am content. I don't ask for much. Being pregnant with Mr. York's child is enough for me." At this point, Linda looked at Nina and said, "Nina, you are also aware, aren't you? That person's name is Miranda." Nina's face turned pale. She even knew about this. "Has Nash told you that he considers you a substitute for Miranda?" Nina asked again. Linda shrugged, "Whether I'm a substitute or not doesn't matter to me. I was born ordinary, so receiving even a bit of favoritism is enough." If it weren't for Nash personally telling Linda, how would she have known? Nina felt dishearte
"What?" Linda's expression instantly turned ugly, unable to believe it. "Impossible. The timing matches, and I have memories of it. How could it not be Mr. York? You must have made a mistake.""It's just so coincidental!" the person on the phone said. "When I heard they were looking for someone, I thought you must have hit the jackpot. But it turns out we were all mistaken. The room number was wrong, and the person that night wasn't Mr. York. He was a man in his forties or fifties."Now Linda's face went pale, and she glanced at her belly, becoming agitated. "How could I possibly be pregnant with a child from a man in his forties or fifties?"This was a huge letdown.She had been living in a bubble of happiness.If she hadn't been given such high expectations, she wouldn't have held onto hope.When she found out the man from that night was Nash, she thought it was the smartest thing she had ever done in her life.To hook such a rich and handsome man so quickly.But reality told
Nash's words also caught Quincy off guard.Quincy thought to himself, "No, it couldn't be. Linda was pregnant, and she was the woman from that night. The child must be his.""Let's go," Nash suddenly said."Okay," Quincy started the car.Nash frowned. "I meant get out of the car!""Mr. York, don't you have a meeting to attend? They're all waiting, and there's too many people here!" Quincy observed the crowded area, knowing it would be congested.It wasn't unusual for Nina to be here, but for him to come without security clearing the area, given his typical lifestyle habits, he wouldn't fancy going this route.Nash stared at Quincy calmly and said, "Don't you enjoy places like this?""Huh?" Quincy was taken aback. Since when did he like coming to places like this? But seeing Nash's sharp gaze, he could only nod. "Yes, yes, I enjoy coming here.""Alright, let's get out!" Nash turned his gaze outside.He got out of the car first, watching the bustling crowd, unable to fathom why
Fortunately, the boss was prepared and had already hidden before Nash’s second shot."Quincy, did I hit it?" Nash asked absentmindedly."...," Quincy looked at the pale-faced boss, "You almost did!"As Scott was being hugged by Nina, he witnessed her happiness for the first time and paused for a moment. Then, he smiled as he gently said, "No need to rush now, right?""Not anymore, I'm very happy," Nina smiled.The boss also breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Young man, you're very skilled. Not many people can hit the one at the back!"He quickly handed giant brown bear soft toy over to Nina.Nina hugged it, feeling a sense of relief as if something that belonged to her had finally arrived."There are still so many hoops left, what should we do?" Scott said."We'll toss them all. We will take whichever one we hook," replied Nina."Alright." Scott agreed, still skilled in the game. Each toss was precise, catching only trivial prizes that served no real purpose ex
Quincy, however, was sweating profusely. This was his livelihood. How could he not follow Nash along? Seeing Nash's displeased expression, he added, "Mr. York, don't be upset. Nina still wants to play. How about we join them?"Nash replied sourly, "Who wants to be with her?"Not wanting to push it further, Nina turned to Scott and said, "There are many more fun things up ahead. Let's go check them out.""Okay," Scott glanced at Nash again. "Mr. York, I’ll go ahead first."The two continued walking ahead.Watching their backs, Nash's expression darkened. "Quincy, do you want to go with them?""Of course, of course!" Quincy immediately called out. "Nina, I'd like to join you."With that, Nash followed suit.Trailing behind them, his gaze naturally fell on the brown bear soft toy that Nina clung to tightly. "Just a small toy makes her so happy," he thought. Her excitement just now seemed as if she had found the world's greatest treasure. Yet, it was just a cheap toy!He cou