Upon hearing this, Nash paused, narrowing his dangerous gaze. "What secret?"

The informant, sensing Nash's continued interest, truthfully replied, "Miss Nina has been to the hospital several times. The doctors and nurses remain tight-lipped about her visits, indicating Miss Nina's insistence on secrecy. However, we managed to track down surveillance footage of Miss Nina's visits, and it seems she went to the gynecology department."

This answer shocked Nash, leaving him unable to digest it for a moment.

He had encountered Wen at the hospital several times. She claimed it was for irregular menstruation, seeking medical advice. He had kindly offered to accompany her, but she had always refused. She had deliberately hidden it from him.

Despite rarely delving into her private affairs, he had never dared to think further. He dared not think about it.

Their marriage had always maintained a boundary. He had never touched her, even if he wanted to, if Nina did not agree, he would not force her. There were unbridgeable rifts in their marriage, and he had to give her the utmost respect.

Even now, Nash dared not speculate recklessly. The more he thought, the deeper his inner turmoil became, enveloping him like an invisible web.

"Is this information accurate?" Nash asked calmly.

"It is. I've copied the records of Miss Nina's hospital visits and will send them to your phone shortly."

"Okay."

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had been sent to his phone. However, Nash did not immediately

until it was dark, and even into the late night. The employees had long gone home, leaving his office

visits to the gynecology department were not just routine check-ups but rather something he

did he become so

he simply could not come to terms with

how could he allow such a

Quincy did not either.

his usual routine of going to work and coming home on time, Quincy

his office, his tone cold as he addressed

the company's employees not to bring her up. If they

with the boss, even though everything was

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