CHAPTER 166

Nina understood Sally’s nature. Her remarks were merely to ease her own conscience. Julia initially didn’t want to engage further, but Sally’s words irritated her. “You have the nerve to speak up! Your son cheats, fathers a child outside, and you call it an affair within marriage!”

Sally retorted, “Stop talking nonsense! Your daughter can’t conceive, so you won’t allow my son to have a child outside?”

“Shut up!” Nash’s voice was icy.

Sally glanced at him, noticing his paleness, and toned down. “Alright, I’ll shut up. You’re still weak; you should lie down.”

Zion intervened, “Nina, let’s go. There’s no point in arguing here.”

Talking a hundred times wouldn’t change anything. Nash’s gaze met Nina’s; they locked eyes briefly before she averted hers. “Okay, Dad,” she said without looking back, walking over to Zion.

Nash watched her resolute figure, his brows furrowed, his gaze unwavering, yet he didn’t utter a word to ask her to stay.

“Nash,” Sally said, supporting him, while Linda hurried to assist.

“Let’s go inside, there’s nothing to see,” Sally said.

Nash pushed them away, distant and aloof, commanding, “Quincy, come here!”

Quincy, who had been invisible for a long time, quickly stepped forward, saying, “Let me handle this!”

He supported Nash, who didn’t resist and turned back to the bed.

Sally couldn’t touch him at all. Although she didn’t show it, she felt uneasy inside. Over the years, Nash had always kept his distance from her. She knew he blamed her for being too indifferent and heartless in the past, neglecting him.

She had realized her mistake. In the future, she would only rely on him, her son. But even if she became warmer, their relationship was still less than that of strangers.

Unable to express her feelings, she turned to Linda and asked, “What’s your name?”

Linda could tell that Sally didn’t like Nina, which gave her confidence. She obediently replied, “Linda.”

Sally asked again, “Linda, where are you staying now?”

“In an estate arranged by Mr. York,” Linda replied with a smile.

Sally glanced at Nash and spoke, “As long as my son treats you well, everything is fine. Don’t stay over there anymore. You’re carrying the York family’s child. Come live with me. I have someone cook nutritious food for you. You’re too thin. You need to eat more for the baby.”

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This opportunity was a great one for Linda, who asked, “Can I really? Won’t it be too much trouble for you?”

“No, it’s not a problem. The house is empty,” Sally replied. “Your status is different now. I’ll personally take care of you, for the sake of my grandson.”

Linda gently touched her belly, feeling hesitant as she glanced at Nash. “I’m worried about Mr. York…”

“Forget about calling him ‘Mr. York.’ It’s too formal. You’re young. Just call him Nash to get closer. As for me, you can call me Sally,” Sally suggested. Linda shyly smiled and agreed, “Okay, Sally.”

As Sally looked at the girl in front of

her, she finally understood why

Nash liked her. It turned out that Linda had some resemblance to Miranda – quiet and fragile, the type of gif that triggered a man’s protective instincts.