Chapter 6

She saw stars, feeling dizzy all over, only hearing someone urgently saying, "What's going on with you guys? How could such a mistake happen! Nina, Nina..."

As the voice faded into the distance, Nina passed out.

When she woke up again, Nina was in the hospital, staring at the white ceiling, still feeling woozy and with a severe headache.

"Nina, you're awake!" Taylor, with red eyes, sat up from the chair, anxiously inquiring about her condition. "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere? Should I call the doctor?"

Looking at her, despite still feeling very weak, Nina subconsciously sat up. "I'm fine. What about the construction site? Are there any other injuries?"

Taylor said, "You don't need to worry about the construction site right now. You've got a concussion. You scared me to death. I thought you wouldn't wake up."

With that, she started crying again.

Taylor was Nina's assistant who always accompanied her. Nina had always taken care of her. She was young and had never encountered such a sudden situation before, which frightened her.

"I'm awake, aren't I? Don't worry too much," Nina reassured her.

She touched her forehead, her head wrapped in white gauze, still feeling very painful. She furrowed her brows and asked again, "Is everything okay at the construction site?"

She was afraid that such a sudden accident would delay their construction.

"There's no problem, Nina. You're so seriously injured, and you're still concerned about the construction site. You work hard every day, and you even worry about us. Hurry up and lie down to rest!" Taylor felt guilty. If she hadn't pushed her to go, this accident wouldn't have happened.

Nina was used to it.

It seemed that for so many years, she had been a working machine, considering others, and taking care of the overall situation for the sake of Nash's peace of mind.

Subconsciously, she would be more concerned about work.

Besides, she still owed the York family two million dollars and couldn't feel at ease.

Just then, excited voices came from outside, like fangirls seeing a big star.

"Oh my, is that celebrity also in this hospital?"

"Yeah, I just saw her, Miranda, the big star. It's my first time being so close!"

"Is she injured? How serious is it?" they asked with concern.

"Make way, everyone move aside!"

A group of bodyguards cleared the way, blocking out the onlookers to avoid being photographed or seen. Gradually, these voices disappeared from Nina's ears, but they still caught her attention.

Because she saw Nash's tall figure, tightly shielding Miranda by his side. Miranda looked fragile beside him, her head down, eyes red, and her face pale, appearing weak.

Her appearance caused quite a stir, but with the bodyguards paving the way, things quickly settled down. Their figures were now next to her hospital room.

Beside it was the emergency room.

"Isn't that Mr. York?"

Taylor was astonished, more than anyone else. She had been looking for Nash all morning without success, but now she saw him in the hospital, accompanying the celebrity, Miranda. This inevitably sparked her curiosity.

Taylor added, "Mr. York never misses important matters, but now he's unreachable just to accompany Miranda. Could they be together? No wonder Miranda didn't bother to say hello when she came to the company the other day. It's probably a privilege granted by Mr. York. Nina, could Mr. York be like the fiancé quietly supporting her as reported in the news?"

Nina's grip tightened, her knuckles turning white, and her heart stung fiercely. She glanced at Taylor, unwilling to let anyone notice her almost losing control of her emotions, her tone icy, "You go out first. I want to rest for a while."

"Alright then, Nina, take a good rest." Taylor didn't dare to speculate recklessly and left the ward.

Nina lay on the hospital bed, wondering if Nash had ever come to see her when she fell ill and was hospitalized. It seemed like he hadn't.

Yet, he was so concerned about Miranda. He didn't care about others' speculations, rushing her to the hospital and arranging for so many people to pave the way. He indeed favored Miranda significantly.

She glanced at her phone, hesitated for a while, then dialed the familiar number. Soon, someone picked up.

"Hello."

The voice sounded as if it was right next to her ear. Nina didn't know what to say at once.

Nash's voice came through the receiver with a hint of impatience, "Speak if you have something. I'm busy."

Through the window, Nina saw him furrowing his brows, as if her call had interrupted something crucial. After all, the injured one was his beloved Miranda.

Suddenly, she regretted making this call, but couldn't help but say, "I'm not feeling well."

In her line of sight, he covered the receiver, glaring coldly at the doctor, as if blaming him for applying too much force and hurting Miranda while administering medication. Then he turned away slightly, "What did you just say?"

Nina opened her mouth, with many words on the tip of her tongue. Why could someone else be in his heart and yet marry her? Why could he marry her and still be entangled with other women? But upon calm reflection, asking too many questions would not yield the answers she desired.

"It's nothing."

"Nina, I'm busy. If there's nothing important, don't bother me."

Click.

After the call ended, he continued to focus on Miranda.

Nina's eyes welled up, feeling a pang in her heart. Anger, sorrow, and resentment surged within her. Countless emotions flooded her heart as she tightly gripped her phone.

It was time to end it.

It was time to set him free.