Seeing his indifference, Sally called out, "Nash!" However, Nash did not want to hear her words and he walked away with a cold expression. Sally wanted to talk and patch things up with Nash. However, with Miranda crying and being bullied, she could not leave. She could only go over to help Miranda up, saying, "Miranda, get up quickly, stop crying." Miranda was supported by Sally, burying her face in her arms. "Sally, am I too annoying? Everyone seems to dislike me!" she sobbed. "No, no, I like you, everyone likes you," Sally comforted her, patting her back. Miranda continued to cry in Sally's arms. In this state, even if she was at fault, she turned into a victim, and no one dared to say a word against her. If it weren't for the hospital and so many people around, Nina would have wanted to give Miranda a good beating, tearing off her mask to see how good she was at pretending. Of course, she knew that no matter how much of it was true or false, Sally would still defend
He did not argue with her, simply ignoring all her crying and fussing. To him, Sally's tears were worthless. But as a woman, Sally felt her defenses crumbling under her husband's indifference, leading her to become even more agitated. "Why won't you speak? Do you value Zoe more than me? I'm your lawfully wedded wife, William! You can't treat me like this!" Her eyes almost red with tears and she desperately wanted her husband to show some concern. Even a glance would help soothe her anger and anxiety. Yet William remained silent, treating Sally as if she were a stranger. Nash, observing their dynamic, was unfazed. He withheld any comment. To him, they were only nominally his parents. Growing up in this environment had made him accustomed to everything, even their indifference. Unable to bear Sally any longer, William rose and said to Nash, "I'm going downstairs. Let me know when Zoe wakes up!" Nash kept his gaze low, his eyes cold, offering no response. William did not wait fo
Could he have known all along?She had heard Zoe mention it a few times before, but she had not given it much thought. Perhaps Nash had known all along and just never said anything."Nina," Scott approached her and gently said, "Why don't you take a break? You look exhausted."Nina had been standing for a long time and was starting to feel a pain in her back, but she wanted to wait for Zoe to come out. She sat down nearby and said, "I want to wait until Aunt Zoe wakes up.""I'll stay with you," Scott added.Nina nodded at him.Nash, with his tall frame leaning against the door frame, glanced over. The concern in Scott's eyes for Nina was almost palpable.Nina seemed to readily accept his kindness.A surge of irritation swept through Nash. His gaze turned colder, and he deliberately kicked the chair next to him, creating a noise.It was the chair Scott was sitting on. He looked up, and Nash said in a cold voice, "Sorry, didn't mean to kick it!""No problem," Scott responded
"No," Nina said firmly.Nash's expression changed, and he added coldly, "Soon to be ex-wife!"The doctor was momentarily taken aback by their responses but quickly continued, "The patient has a mild concussion and a fractured hand. She will recover with some rest. There's no need to worry too much."Nina was relieved and immediately said, "Thank you, doctor.""You're welcome."They followed Zoe as she was taken to her room.Nina noticed that Zoe's lips were dry, so she quickly got some warm water and used a cotton swab to moisten them.Nash stayed by her side. No one else was in the room to avoid disturbing the patient’s rest.Nina could not relax, so she sat across from Zoe, keeping vigil. As she watched over her, she grew tired and dozed off, slumping over in sleep.She was jolted awake by a nightmare, finding herself in a dark, confined space. These dreams plagued her often, leaving her feeling unsettled.When she awoke, she realized she was covered with a jacket. It was s
She caught a faint scent of disinfectant.Instinctively, she looked up. The man was wearing a black coat over a sweater, with dress pants and leather shoes. His face bore a slight smile, and he stared at her with his brown eyes. His face was fairer than his hands and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His lips curved naturally into a soft smile, giving him an approachable appearance, and a small mole marked the corner of his left eye.Despite his friendly appearance, Nina felt a chill run through her.A chill that penetrated to the bone."Ivy..." the man murmured, staring at Nina.Trying to calm her unease, Nina stood up, "Who are you calling?"Seeing no reaction from her, the man stood up too. He looked at her with those deep brown eyes meaningfully as he said, "It seems I mistook you for someone else.""Could you give me my things back?" Nina asked.The man smiled silently and handed her the shopping bags.Nina quickly took them, and the moment she touched his hand, sh
Hearing this, Miranda's expression stiffened slightly, but she firmly retorted, "No, I can’t do that. I'm Miranda, a big star now. How could I stoop to doing such things?""Miranda..." Wilfred repeated the name softly, then suddenly smiled. "That name isn't clean either. You’re dwelling in the darkness but dreaming of seeing the light, hmm?"He asked, tapping his slender fingers on the table.They were both people from the underworld and neither could claim purity.Miranda's face turned pale, and her hands clenched tightly. "It's all in the past. We can be clean now!"She longed to believe she could be clean. No one knew about the things she had done before. Although her hands were dirty, she had washed them clean.Wilfred remained silent.Miranda looked at him earnestly, "I want a normal life. I have a career, and I will have a family. You can have that too. You can live a normal life."Wilfred gazed into Miranda's eyes. He believed that, at this moment, she was sincere.But.
Nina stood at the doorway. She had hired someone to follow Miranda, waiting for this moment. There was no way Miranda would have intentionally made herself deaf. Someone must be helping her. Coming to this place was highly suspicious, and Nina hoped to find some clues.When the door opened, she saw the tall figure before her. "It's you!"Wilfred responded, "What a coincidence."Nina looked at the man dressed as a doctor. It all made sense now. She glanced inside, searching for any sign of Miranda. The person following Miranda said she had entered and never left."Are you a doctor?" Nina asked.Wilfred answered, "Yes."Nina probed, "I think a friend of mine came here...""Miranda?" he interrupted.Nina looked up at him. He did not seem to be hiding anything, and he seemed to know exactly what she wanted to ask. It felt almost too easy."She really came here?" Nina asked."I have the answers you're looking for," Wilfred said directly. "If you want to know, come in."He left
Wilfred's smile remained, the mole at the corner of his eye becoming more pronounced. "Isn't this what you wanted to know? I'm just telling the truth."Nina could not quite read him. With a single glance, she could see the entire space, and she was sure that Miranda was not there. She doubted the truth of his words. "How can I trust what you're saying?""What would I gain by lying to you?" Wilfred looked at the desk. "Here are the records of Miranda seeking my help. You can see for yourself."Nina picked up the medical records and reviewed them. Indeed, it showed Miranda had come to him for help. The regular doctors could not cure her, but he could. His medical skills seemed impressive. He was capable of inducing and restoring hearing loss. Everything fit."You know the truth now, aren't you afraid for your life?" Wilfred had moved close to her, his words dropping from above.Nina looked up at him, genuinely feeling a bit panicked. This man’s background was unknown, and she wa