Chapter 270

Nina’s eyes, clear and resolute, were full of defiance. She was very different from before.
“I’ll go with you to make an appointment at the district court next Wednesday,” Nash coldly declared.
Nina was determined. Nina checked the date and it was only Monday today, leaving several days until next Wednesday. Every second counted, especially in the coming days!
Nina pursed her lips, “Why can’t we make the appointment today? I don’t want to delay unnecessarily.”
“Miranda’s situation hasn’t been fully resolved yet,” Nash coldly dropped this comment, showing his reluctance to continue discussing the topic.
His attitude suggested he could not bear another second of seeing her.
And his comment-what did he mean by that?
Did he think she was involved in Miranda’s poisoning?
Even though she had already provided clear evidence, Nash’s attitude still suggested disbelief in the validity of her findings.
However, Nash agreeing to make the appointment at the district court was still better than refusing and continuing to delay.
Nash returned to his study. He had just lit a cigarette when Quincy called him.
Quincy reported truthfully, “Mr. York, after Nina released those proofs, netizens are questioning whether Miss Miranda is staging everything herself. It has now escalated to involve the company.” This was something Nash had anticipated. The issue evolving like this was bound to affect the company.
“What’s the situation with the gift assessment? Have they found out who was behind the poisoning?” Nash’s eyes narrowed, danger flickering in his dark gaze.
Quincy responded, “There has been no conclusive result from that end. All signs suggest the most likely poisoner is Nina, but she has already proven her innocence.” In other words, the other most likely suspect was Miranda.
In Nash’s mind, Miranda was someone who would risk her own life to save others. What could she possibly gain from framing Nina in such a way now?
Nash spoke calmly, “Have someone keep tabs on Miranda, and leave the online stuff alone for now.”
“Yes,” Quincy responded, bound to follow Nash’s instructions.
However, after hanging up with Quincy, Nash’s phone rang again. Glancing at it, he saw it was a call from his father. Hesitating, he furrowed his brows, debating whether to answer. Although displeased, he decided to pick up the call.
To his surprise, it was Sally’s voice that came through: “Haven’t you seen what’s happening online? Miranda’s reputation is about to be destroyed. She’s just entered the entertainment industry. Many are out to tear her down. If this continues, it could ruin her career. You need to come up with something.”
She was more concerned about Miranda than Nash.
“The gift only passed through my hands and Nina’s. The evidence Nina released could be fabricated. Think of a way to make Nina confess. We owe Miranda an explanation!”
Nash had not expected a call from his father to turn into such a lengthy discussion initiated by Sally.
Nash responded indifferently, “I know what to do, you don’t need to tell me.”
He hung up without saying goodbye to his father.
After Sally hung up on Nash, she became even more furious. Seeing her husband sitting beside her, calmly sipping tea, only added to her anger.
She spoke in a cold tone, “You still have the mood to drink tea. It’s been a year and a half since you returned, and today is the only day you bother to show up. You don’t care about your son, nor do you care about me! Can’t you see? This is how he treats me. In his eyes, I’m not even his mother! All these years, he has never let go of the past. Do you still want this son?”
Nash’s father seemed somewhat indifferent, standing as tall as Nash, and had not said a word to Sally since he returned.
Upon hearing Sally’s accusations, he appeared somewhat detached.
Sally continued to express her dissatisfaction, “I don’t know what Dad was thinking back then, letting him marry Nina. It was obvious he liked Nina. This marriage should have ended long ago. I worked hard to arrange things, hoping to match him with Miranda, but what’s the result? He doesn’t buy it!”