"Thank you," Quincy said politely, ncing at Nash. He felt relieved as he noticed Nash''s softened expression.


    Originally, Nina had nned to have dinner with her parents, but now it seemed unlikely.


    Nina approached her mother, Julia, who was making her bed, and said, "Mom, I need to go out for a while. I won''t be able to join you and Dad for dinner."


    Julia looked up. "Is something wrong?"


    "It''s work-rted," Nina replied.


    Julia came closer to Nina. "Nina, if you want to change jobs, we can do that. There are plenty of good jobs out there."


    Julia was also concerned about Nina''s well-being. If she and Nash divorced, it would be awkward for Nina to stay with him.


    "I understand, Mom," Nina acknowledged.


    Nina had also been pondering on the same topic. If she and Nash divorced, she couldn''t stay with him.


    It was time to let go.


    Leaving her home, Nina returned to the York residence.


    There, the helper still respectfully addressed her as "Madam."


    Everything seemed normal, as if nothing had happened.


    Nina took off her shoes and asked the helper, "Couldn''t find the sweater?"


    The helper looked puzzled. "What sweater?"


    Nina looked up. "Didn''t Nash ask you to find a sweater?"


    The helper replied, "Mr. York hasn''t called back."


    Nina fell silent. Nash hadn''t called back, yet he insisted shee home. Was he intentionally picking a fight?


    "Ms. Walker," said Linda confidently, catching Nina''s attention as she sat at the dining table while the helpers prepared soup.


    Nina was taken aback. Linda, who used to be timid in the corner, now wore designer clothes and looked healthy. She seemed more like thedy of the house than the timid girl Nina had first met.


    Had Sally agreed to this arrangement, or had Nash also consented?


    Setting down the soup, Linda approached Nina with a friendly smile. "Calling you Ms. Walker sounds too formal. How about I call you Nina? It sounds nicer."


    Meeting Linda''s gaze, Nina asked, "What do you want to say?"


    Linda smiled back at Nina. "Nothing much. I just wanted to let you know that I don''t need to live in that deserted vi anymore. I can live here directly. This will be my home from now on."


    She said it with a hint of pride, perhaps envisioning herself as the futuredy of the house.


    Since Nina and Nash were getting divorced, Linda wanted to make it clear to Nina that she would take good care of Nash in her ce.


    Nina pondered Miranda''s presence and wondered how Sally could let others intrude when she liked Miranda so much. She also worried that Linda might end up being manipted. As Nina headed upstairs, she casually said, "Well, good luck to you."


    Linda followed behind her. Nina.


    looked back, feeling puzzled. Linda yfullymented, "Since you''re here, I have to keep an eye out. If anything goes missing while Sally is away, I might get med." This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    "I''m just getting a sweater for Nash," Nina replied.


    Linda''s face lit up. "Why didn''t you say so earlier? You don''t have to bother, Nina. I can take it to Nash myself."


    Observing Linda eagerly entering the room, Nina noticed the master bedroom and therge bed. Linda was already lost in fantasies about lying on that bed with Nash.


    "Nina, this is your room and Nash''s. It''s spacious and cozy, much better than the vi," Linda remarked, almost instinctively reaching out to touch the bed.