Chapter 363

Nina’s decision to bite her was a desperate move, hoping to make Stella back off. With Nina positioned at the shore’s edge, she plunged straight into the sea when Stella shook her off.
She refused to accept such a fate for herself. Even if she were to die, she would not go down alone. In the moment Stella shook her off, Nina swiftly grabbed onto Stella’s other hand, and they both fell into the ocean together.
With a loud splash, waves erupted around them. Both women struggled in the water, Stella unable to swim, shouting for help. The wind was strong today, causing the waves to surge dangerously high.
Nina, though adept at swimming, found herself battling the strong currents. No matter how hard she tried, it seemed like they were drifting farther from the shore.
Panic set in. She could not bear the thought of dying, especially with her unborn child at risk.
She pushed forward with all her strength, her arms growing heavy with fatigue. But as she looked back at the endless expanse of sea, she felt a growing sense of fear.
Gradually, she found herself unable to swim any further. She swallowed mouthfuls of seawater, feeling herself losing the battle to stay afloat.
In that moment, her mind raced with thoughts of her child, her parents, and Nash.
She had not fulfilled her duties to them.
She had not divorced Nash.
She had not even safely brought her child into the world.
Regrets flooded her mind, and she wished for another life where she would not have to endure loving someone who did not love her back. Exhaustion weighed heavily on her, and she longed for a moment of rest. As consciousness slipped away, she surrendered to the sea.
“There’s someone over there!”
“Hurry, hurry, pull her up!”
“Miss, don’t fall asleep, wake up, grab the rope!”
Suddenly, a loud mix of voices jolted Nina awake. She struggled to open her eyes and saw a fishing boat nearby, its crew desperately throwing her a rope. Nina looked at the rope in front of her and immediately grabbed it. But she had little strength left, clinging to it with all her might, fueled by the hope of survival.
Nina was hoisted onto the deck, coughing up seawater. A group of people surrounded her, assessing her condition.
“Miss, are you okay?” a woman asked, concern etched on her face.
Nina’s consciousness slowly returned, and she shook her head weakly. “I’m okay…”
Just being alive was enough of a blessing.
“That’s good.” The woman sighed in relief, handing Nina a cup of hot water. “How did you end up in the water? The waves were fierce today. You have to be extra careful. Luckily, our boat was nearby. You wouldn’t have been so lucky next time. We’re heading to shore. Let me take you to the hospital.”
“Thank you,” Nina said, sitting up and taking a few sips of the hot water, feeling warmth return to her body. “I’m fine. I won’t go to the hospital. I need to go home once we reach the shore.”
They were fishermen, busy with their catch. Nina was immensely grateful for their timely rescue and did not want to trouble them any further.
At that moment, Nina was a mess, soaked from head to toe, resembling a drowned rat. She was utterly exhausted from her ordeal in the sea, her muscles aching.
The fishing boat docked at a different pier. Each pier was cordoned off, so she would have to detour through the bustling market to get to the other side.
She had no money or phone on her, relying solely on her legs.
With her muscles sore and tired, she walked slowly, attracting stares from passersby. She looked like she had been through a harrowing experience, and many glanced at her with curiosity. “Miss Miranda, Mr. York!”
Passing by a shop, Nina suddenly heard the voice of a reporter.
She halted and saw a television inside the shop, the volume turned up loud.
There on the screen were Miranda in an exquisite designer dress, and Nash in a sharp suit and tie.