Nash furrowed his brows, striding towards her. "You're overthinking it. Linda brought this upon herself; it has nothing to do with you. Why do you want to make yourself miserable?"

Miranda quietly pinched her palm, lowering her head, murmuring, "That's a real human life. I saw it, I can't just pretend I didn't see anything... Nash, life is so fragile!"

"Everything has its cause and effect. If you keep this up, I'll have to find you a psychologist." Nash stood not far from her with his 1.88-meter height looming over her. His gaze conveyed a coldness with a hint of detachment.

Miranda became anxious with her voice breaking, "Nash, please, don't. Don't find a psychologist. If you do, what about the film I'm shooting? How could a film crew possibly accept someone who's crazy? I can't sing the way I used to anymore, I don't want to lose this one chance to be in the spotlight, I beg you..."

Miranda half-knelt on the sickbed, reaching out to grab Nash's wrist.

Her voice grew more choked up.

However, Nash coldly pushed her away.

Resolutely, Nash told her, "I'm just suggesting you see a psychologist for guidance, not saying you're crazy. Miranda, if there's a problem, you need to seek treatment. If this film falls through, I can arrange something else for you..."

want this film. I've put so much effort into it. Nash, just accompany me for a while, I know it might be too much to ask for you, but you

the end,

coldly, "Miranda, I'm here out of obligation. I'm married now. You saved me before

"No! I won't listen."

not want to hear the next words from Nash at all. She did not want to hear him say he loved Nina. As

was not in the mood to continue this conversation with

left without a

doctor arrived shortly

syringe in the doctor's hand, Miranda had no

bitterly, "Nash, I'm really scared. Just seeing you makes

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