Upon hearing this, Nash paused, narrowing his dangerous gaze. "What secret?"
The informant, sensing Nash''s continued interest, truthfully replied, "Miss Nina has been to the hospital several times. The doctors and nurses remain tight-lipped about her visits, indicating Miss Nina''s insistence on secrecy. However, we managed to track down surveince footage of Miss Nina''s visits, and it seems she went to the gynecology department."
This answer shocked Nash, leaving him unable to digest it for a moment.
He had encountered Wen at the hospital several times. She imed it was for irregr menstruation, seeking medical advice. He had kindly offered to apany her, but she had always refused. She had deliberately hidden it from him.
Despite rarely delving into her private affairs, he had never dared to think further. He dared not think about it.N?velDrama.Org copyrighted ? content.
Their marriage had always maintained a boundary. He had never touched her, even if he wanted to, if Nina did not agree, he would not force her. There were unbridgeable rifts in their marriage, and he had to give her the utmost respect.
Even now, Nash dared not specte recklessly. The more he thought, the deeper his inner turmoil became, enveloping him like an invisible web.
"Is this information urate?" Nash asked calmly.
"It is. I''ve copied the records of Miss Nina''s hospital visits and will send them to your phone shortly."
"Okay."
Nash hung up the phone.
Shortly after, his phone screen lit up. The surveince footage had been sent to his phone. However, Nash did not immediately watch it.
Instead, he sat in his office chair for a long time. He sat until it was dark, and even into thete night. The employees had long gone home, leaving his office lights still on as he remained in the same position, lost in thought.
Maybe hecked courage. He feared that Nina''s visits to the gynecology department were not just routine check-ups but rather something he could not bring himself to ept.
When did he be so indecisive?
Perhaps he simply could note to terms with it.
As Nina''s husband, how could he allow such a thing to happen?
Nash did not leave work, and Quincy did not either. He waited outside the door, always mindful of Nash''s mood.
After receiving a phone call, Nash''s
expression changed noticeably, as if
it was something particrly
difficult to deal with. The only
person who could evoke such?
reaction from him was probably Nina.
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Though Nash had not mentioned her since Nina left, sticking to his usual routine of going to work anding home on time, Quincy still sensed his unease and restlessness. Nash only showed it on his face
when there was no one else around. willing to let
Maybe he was not asse around.
Nina go as he seemed.
"Let''s go home," Nash suddenly emerged from his office, his tone cold as he addressed Quincy.
Quincy did not dare to inquire about Nina, nor did he mention her. He had warned thepany''s employees not to bring her up. If they did, it would surely cause quite a stir.
Nobody dared to mess with the boss, even though everything was strange. Nina''s name had be taboo.
During the journey, Nash remained silent, gazing out of the window with a solemn expression. Quincy noticed this from the rearview mirror.
Nash''s behavior had changed. He spoke less frequently and often seemed lost in thought when he had a moment to himself.
Nash returned to the York residence.
Sally was sitting in the living room, sipping tea and waiting for him toe back. As soon as she saw him, she put down her tea with a smile and approached him. "Nash, you''re back? Why are you sote today?"
She did not seem to hold any grudges about the arguments she had with Nash before.
Nash took off his suit jacket, and Sally instinctively took it from him, helping him hang it up.
"Busy," Nash replied briefly.
These days, Nash had beening home at the usual time.