The next moment, Yvonne broke into tears. She did not even know what she was crying for. All she knew was that she felt an overwhelming sadness, something she needed to release.

Nina wrapped her arms around her, gently patting her back in silent comfort while shooting a warning glance at Joe.

The look was laced with reproach, but Joe didn't seem to care. Instead, he thanked Nina for taking care of Yvonne during this time. As he spoke, he nodded toward his assistant, who handed over a gift.

Nina narrowed her eyes in displeasure. "What is this, Mr. Turner? Surely you know your position here."

Joe smiled slightly. "I know this is just a small token, and I'm aware Mrs. York probably doesn't care for such things. But it's all I can offer. It's the thought that counts, I hope you'll accept it."

"No, thanks. I don't accept gifts when no favors have been done. We don't know each other that well," Nina replied coldly, clearly uninterested in prolonging the interaction. She turned to Yvonne and began to walk her out. Before they could leave, Joe's assistant blocked their way.

Nina scoffed. "What's this, Mr. Turner? Are you planning to keep us here?"

Joe didn't look back

sighed. "Let

about to call for the doctor, but Joe stopped him. "Order flowers for Yvonne, one bouquet every day. Make sure the flower shop gets creative with the notes." Surprised but

missing. If you can

had already stepped in to help Yvonne resolve the issue, a surge of frustration

paintings," Joe ordered, "and

saw the card with his name on it, she promptly tossed the flowers into

noticed and curiously approached. "Who sent those? Was

and started to

think there's a card. Let me see,"

the card and shredded it into

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