She looked up to see Miranda wearing an apron, holding a ladle.

Upon seeing Nina, her smile faltered for a moment, then she warmly greeted, "Are you Sally's guest? I just made some extra soup. Come in and have a seat."

Her demeanor was composed, entirely that of the lady of the house. It was as if Nina was the guest from afar.

Indeed, before long, she would become an outsider.

Nina frowned, feeling deeply repelled. When she married Nash, Miranda even sent a congratulatory letter. It was impossible for her not to know Nina was Nash's wife.

Seeing her standing motionless at the door, Miranda quickly came over and took her hand, "A guest is a guest, don't be shy, come in."

As she approached, a faint jasmine scent filled the air, the exact same fragrance of the perfume Nash gave her on her birthday last year. She felt her throat ache, and her breathing became heavy, as if there were a thousand pounds on her feet, making it difficult to move.

Sally noticed Nina standing there motionless, her brows furrowed in displeasure. "Nina, why are you just standing there? We have guests at home. Can't you even pour a cup of tea?"

Nina glanced at her, aware she shouldn't argue, but still inquired, "Mom, why is she coming to our house?"

Sally responded, "Miranda is back in the country, so naturally, she wants to come see me. What, you don't want her to come to our house? Besides, I've already asked for Nash's opinion, and he didn't say anything. What's the fuss about?"

"I didn't mean that." Nina lowered her head.

"So it's Nina! When Nash got married, he didn't show me your picture, so I didn't recognize you for a moment. Please don't be angry."

Nina looked at her bright smile. How could Nash let his favorite woman see his wedding photos with another woman?

Sally's scolding voice rang out again. "Why aren't you going to pour a cup of tea for Mira?" Nina nodded and fetched the hot tea from the side.

smiling kindly, a side of her Nina had never seen before. Suppressing her discomfort, Nina poured a cup of tea for Miranda. Miranda reached out with her hand. Nina, knowing the tea was hot and not wanting her to get burned, tried to stop her, but Miranda accidentally knocked over the tea

in a sharp breath, only to

turned around and asked, "What

do it on purpose." Seeing her fingers

was stunned. She couldn't believe

Mira are for playing the piano? If they're damaged, can your family afford

with cold water, feeling thoroughly

"You dare to argue with me? Someone, lock her up!" With that, two helpers came over and dragged

in place. "Let go of me! Let go of me!" But her strength was too small. She was thrown into a dark room. At

lost all her strength, trembling all over, hands clutching her head, suffering in

of the phone.

end of the line,

"It's me," Sally replied.

for a moment, his expression slightly subdued. "Where's

at home,

bring me some documents, they're in the drawer of

Seeing Sally hanging up the phone, Miranda leaned over. She was

the documents. It's all because of this, leveraging her position as Nash's secretary, that she became

you were the one he married, it wouldn't have been Nina. If you were the one married into the York family, you guys would have children long ago. Where would there be a useless

for you to deliver the documents to

that okay?"

hasn't seen you in so many years, he'll definitely be very happy," Sally assured. "I

"Sally, please don't say that. I'll go

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