CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

He just didn't love her, plain and simple.

In Zoe's view, she and Nash made a good couple but it was crucial to also consider whether being with her could truly bring happiness to Nash.

However, it took a different turn with Zoe, who smiled and said, "I only said a few words, and you're already defending your husband. Nina, I know you love Nash deeply, and it's all his luck. He could search for a million years and still wouldn't find a wife like you. Maybe he went through too much hardship in his childhood, so now that he's grown up, he deserves a little happiness."

Nina was puzzled. "Did he not have a good childhood?"

Growing up in such a privileged family, he should have been happier than ordinary people.

Zoe's expression changed for a few seconds, but then she laughed casually and said, "Let's not dwell on those matters. Nash probably wouldn't want to either. I just hope you two will give me

grandchildren soon."

She also wanted to retire in the future and stay at home to take care of her grandchildren.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Now she envied others, but once she had

grandchildren, she would take them out and make her friends envy her.

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Miranda was shooting a commercial, not appearing too well. After getting scolded by Zoei, she was feeling depressed.

She was also showing symptoms of low blood sugar.

Nash happened to be inspecting the work and saw Miranda sitting there with many people taking care of her.

Being very punctual, he checked the time and realized something was wrong on her end. He walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Miranda's assistant turned to see Nash and said in a resentful tone, "Miranda isn't feeling well."

Nash's tone was cold, "Wasn't she fine yesterday?"

Glancing at Miranda, the assistant complained, This morning, Miranda went to the mall. It was cold, and she wanted to return you a favor by buying you a coat. But she encountered Nina..." Miranda pulled the assistant's clothes weakly and said, "Stop it, I'm fine."

Seeing Miranda's pale face and red eyes, looking pitiful and fragile, Nash frowned and asked again, What happened exactly?"

The assistant continued, "While at the mall, she bumped into Nina. Miranda approached to exchange pleasantries, but instead, Nina proceeded to give her a tongue-lashing, criticizing her for having thick skin and implying she shouldn't be

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shopping for clothes in such places. This left her feeling deeply disheartened. Her health wasn't

great to begin with, and with her hectic work schedule, her body was nearly at its breaking point. How could she endure such humiliation?"

Miranda's eyes welled up again. "Nash, I'm okay. Once I feel a bit better, I can continue shooting without delaying too much time."

Nash turned to Quincy, "Get the medical staff over here."

"It's okay," Miranda immediately interjected.

Nash looked at her. "Don't push yourself too hard. If you're not feeling well, you should see a doctor promptly. Pushing through won't solve any problems. As important as work is, you need to take care of your health first."

Miranda felt comforted by his words, feeling a bit better knowing he cared. She nodded. "I understand.

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Afterward, holding the coat she had bought in a gift box, she smiled and said, "This is the coat I bought for you. It's getting o

It's getting cold, and you should change into something warmer. It took me several months to get this. Try it on."

"You're so considerate. Sit down and rest."

Nash took the gift box and handed it to Quincy behind him.

Seeing that Nash didn't seem too enthusiastic, which made her feel even more downcast, the

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assistant, understanding Miranda well, interjected, "Mr. York, Miranda has been looking forward to

this for a long time. Would you like to try it on? It would mean a lot to her."

"Ruby, mind your own business," Miranda cut her

off.

Although the assistant felt Miranda had put a lot of effort into this, Nash didn't seem to care much, which made her feel it wasn't worth it.

Despite Miranda's verbal objections, she secretly hoped Nash would appreciate the clothes she had picked out. Her gaze kept drifting towards the gift box in Quincy's hands. gazel

Nash's gaze fell on the gift box just as his phone rang. He picked it up, saw the caller ID, took three steps back, and answered the call urgently, "What's wrong?"

Even before Nash could say anything, the voice on the other end was already panicking, "Nash, it's bad