CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Yvonne, please, don't scare me." Joe hesitated as he reached for her hand, afraid that he might frighten her, and pulled back.

Yvonne giggled absentmindedly. "I'm not Yvonne. I'm Little Sister." She got out of bed and wandered over to the couch.

She picked up a cup of water from the table, not even aware of how long it had been sitting there or who had drunk from it. Joe hurried over and snatched the cup away. Yvonne looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

Joe quickly fetched a fresh cup, his voice soft and soothing. "Here, take this. You want some water, right? I'll pour it for you."

"Water, I want water," she said in a childlike tone, completely unaware of how deeply it pained Joe to see her like this.

The sight of her, so lost and broken, made his chest ache. He regretted not stopping Winona when he had the chance. He blamed himself for what had happened to Yvonne. Gently brushing her hair from her forehead, a thought began to form in Joe's mind. He wanted to keep Yvonne by his side.

make arrangements, determined to take Yvonne away before Nina could intervene. But things didn't go as planned. His assistant and Nina were already clashing in the doctor's

over after hearing about the commotion. Seeing the evaluation

flared,

to deny what was right in front of him. The words stared back at him. Yvonne

from his hands, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't act like the hero now. If you'd let her go sooner, none of this would've happened." "I'm sorry,"

he said it, the heavier it felt, especially under the scorn in

bother. Yvonne's my responsibility now. I'll be the one to take care

York, look at yourself. You can't even take care of yourself, let alone Yvonne." Joe's

mobility had worsened. She had even arrived in a wheelchair today. She wasn't in any condition to

her throat, Nina replied calmly, "I can

too? But this isn't about that. Taking