After speaking, Nina rushed into the bedroom and closed the door, shutting out the noise from outside. The living room was now silent.

Nash sat in the chair, unable to regain his composure for a long time.

He couldn't understand Nina, why she wanted to keep this child. What was it about that man that she liked?

That man didn't know she was pregnant, didn't know she was living in this tiny apartment, and had never cared about her. At the same time, Nash felt a sense of frustration. No matter what he did, Nina would never be satisfied.

He had made chicken soup for her with his own hands, but she suspected it was poisoned and didn't take a single sip. Looking at his scalded hand, he felt like he was being foolish, trying to please a heartless

woman.

Nash's expression grew colder as he stood up and walked towards the door. Quincy was still waiting outside, and he looked surprised to see Nash coming out. He had been eagerly waiting to be with Nina, and now Nash was leaving?

Quincy asked uncertainly, "Mr. York, aren't you going to accompany Madam?"

With a stern expression, Nash replied, "Why should I? To see her act foolishly?"

Nash strode out angrily, Quincy hurrying to keep up with his steps. As they sat in the car, Nash slammed the door shut and loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt collar. He lit a cigarette to calm his irritation, but his demeanor

moment,

the phone and took

are you off to now? I can't find you

a moment, taking several more puffs of his cigarette before replying nonchalantly, "Just not at

said, sensing his displeasure. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Is

maintained his silence with

leaned back in his seat, trying to ease the tension. "You're usually able to

furrowed his brows. "If there's nothing else, I'll

Hunter didn't want to see him in this gloomy state. "I know Nina has left. You act like you don't care, but

cold. "Even if I

is that? Does she even know? Nash, you

your words.

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