CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery novel Chapter 275

"The online attacks are too intense. I want to check out of the hospital," Miranda's voice was hoarse, tears still glistening in her eyes.

Miranda looked very distressed in this state, yet also pitifully helpless.

Nash responded, "I'll have Quincy arrange it when the time comes. But considering your current condition, you should stay in the hospital for a few more days to recuperate properly. I'll have Quincy arrange for a few bodyguards, so you won't have to worry about those things."

Though Nash said this, he was still intentionally keeping his distance from her in reality. Even since the incident, Nash had not mentioned Nina.

In Nash's mind, he was still very protective of Nina.

"I'm not worried about the arrangements you make. But Nash, you don't understand. Some people online are truly terrifying. I just can't bear it, that's why I...," Miranda trailed off, her voice choked with tears.

But she still managed to ask the crucial question, "Nash, will you have time to visit me soon?"

Nash handed her a tissue. "I've been busy lately, and I've made plans to take Nina to Frangelia."

Miranda could not believe it.

She had been pushed to the brink by online users, even attempted suicide, and in everyone's eyes, she had only narrowly escaped death. Yet Nash still planned to take Nina abroad.

Was her life not worth anything?

With her head bowed, Miranda said, "Nash, I know you're married to Nina now. But between you two, it's a marriage of convenience. I... I can wait."

Miranda felt that she had already said enough. Nash could not possibly reject her now.

Yvonne drove back home and saw Nina still sleeping. She did not have the heart to wake her up.

It was not until half an hour later that Nina woke up on her own. Seeing they were still in the car and surrounded by familiar surroundings, Nina felt helpless. "Did not I tell you to wake me up when we arrived?"

"I saw you sleeping so soundly, how could I bear to disturb you?"

As Yvonne finished speaking, she caught sight of a man approaching the front of the car out of the corner of her eye.

It was a man dressed in a white shirt, black trousers, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and most notably, he was holding a bouquet of pink roses in his hand.

Yvonne's eyes immediately turned cold, and she rolled down the car window. "What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you not to come and find me anymore?"