CHAPTER 8

Nina understood his seriousness about work. He wouldn’t tolerate even the slightest mistake. But this matter couldn’t be blamed on her; he was with Miranda last night at the hospital. “You said you were busy and hung up,” replied Nina.

Nash was silent for a second before pursing his lips. “How did you handle it?”

At that time, Nina was already at the hospital, she explained, “There wasn’t time to handle it then, I…”

“Secretary Nina,” he said coolly, deliberately using her title rather than acknowledging her as his wife. “I recall your work never having such errors.”

He emphasized “Secretary Nina,” reminding her of her role as his secretary, not his spouse. Nina bit her lip, finding it hard to speak. “Work can still proceed at the construction site; the problem isn’t significant, in my opinion.”

“When problems arise, don’t rush to make excuses for yourself. This is something I taught you before,” he distanced himself. “Come to the office immediately!”

With that, he hung up decisively. Nina felt uneasy, but she didn’t have time to dwell on it. Yesterday, she went to the hospital and didn’t check on the construction site’s situation afterward. She didn’t even know if it had worsened.

She quickly got ready and prepared to head to the office. Yvonne had just gotten out of bed and, seeing Nina hurriedly dressing, yawned. “Why are you up so early? Where are you going?”

“I have some things to attend to at the office.”

“Things have gotten to this point, and you’re still thinking about him,” Yvonne grumbled, then thought for a moment. “Well, I’ve already sent the divorce agreement to Nash’s company.”

Nina, putting on her shoes, spoke as she moved. “You’ve sent it?”

“Yeah, I had it expedited and sent it early this morning. Nash should have received it by now.”

Yvonne was quicker to act than Nina. She mentioned divorce, so Yvonne was eager for her to proceed with it.

But this was inevitable, sooner or later it would happen, she said, “Might as well, since we’re heading for divorce anyway.”

Yvonne held her arm again. “Whether I become a wealthy lady in the future depends on whether you have a conscience! Nina, you’ve got to be more assertive, use some tactics, and fight for what’s rightfully yours!”

Nina saw Yvonne’s excitement, even more than her, the main party in this. She didn’t dare dwell on it too much, just responded casually, “Got it.”

In the CEO’s office, Nash was busy with work. Quincy walked in, holding a sealed leather bag. “Mr. York, this is an urgent document delivered by courier.”

“Okay.”

The brown envelope was placed in front of him as Quincy left. Nash glanced at it indifferently before casually opening it. Inside lay the “Divorce Agreement.” His expression shifted immediately as he took out the agreement to read. After reading it, his face darkened, and a cold smirk played on his lips. “She really has some nerve.”

Asking him to divide two-thirds of his assets to her, and that would end the marriage cleanly; otherwise all his dirty laundry would be aired. Nash’s face remained sour throughout.

The company’s core staff were trembling with fear, afraid to even breathe. They had no idea what was going on; it felt like they had walked into a minefield early in the morning, and no one dared to take another step closer.

Nash skimmed through the documents, his tone icy. “Why wasn’t I notified immediately when the accident happened? Who was injured? Was the patient given prompt care?”

Taylor lowered her head, trembling, and nervously said, “Mr. York, the situation was urgent at the time, I couldn’t reach you on the phone. It was me and Nina…” Nash interrupted her with a furrowed brow. “It’s her negligence.”

Taylor felt extremely remorseful, her voice choked with tears, almost crying, “It wasn’t intentional on Nina’s part either. The accident happened so suddenly. I blame myself for not taking better care of Nina. At that moment, a piece of glass fell and hit her head, causing her injury and hospitalization. It also halted construction at the site for a day, delaying progress. Mr. York, it’s my fault.”

Upon hearing this, Nash was stunned for a moment. “What did you say? Nina got injured?”

Taylor raised her head in bewilderment, then asked anxiously, “Mr. York, don’t you know? Nina was hit with a concussion. The first thing she said when she woke up was about work, not even caring much about her own health. I couldn’t reach you on the phone yesterday, so I didn’t mention it. I thought Nina would tell you.”