Chapter 581
Chapter 581
“Shut up!” Nina snapped, her voice trembling with anger. “How can you say something like that? I can’t believe I misjudged you so badly!”
Nash did not flinch, taking her slap head-on. His cheek reddened, but his lips curled into a cruel, cold smile as he turned back to face her.
His eyes were icy, devoid of any warmth. “If this makes you give up on me, then it’s a good thing. I’m not the right man for you.” Nina trembled and she was heartbroken and devastated. She had never met anyone as cruel as Nash.
“If your goal was to make me sign, congratulations. You’ve succeeded. I want this divorce as much as you do!” Nina grabbed the pen and signed her name on the divorce papers.
She then flung them at him. “Get out. Get out of my house right now!”
Nash’s expression remained unchanged, unaffected by her rage. The lawyer quickly gathered the signed papers.
“It’s done, Mr. York,” the lawyer said, addressing him.
Nash nodded, got up, and walked out without another glance at Nina.
As they left, Nina collapsed onto the sofa, exhausted. She stared at Nash’s retreating back with her fists clenched. There was a weight pressing on her chest that refused to lift.
At the villa’s entrance, Nash paused, his expression grim. He turned back, looking through the door at everything he was leaving behind, feeling the distance between him and Nina grow ever larger.
“Mr. York,” the lawyer interrupted, “The papers are signed. We can finalize the divorce immediately…”
“Scram!” Nash’s tone was harsh.
Startled by the sudden outburst, the lawyer glanced up to see Nash’s cold, piercing stare.
“Take those papers and scram!” Nash ordered.
Not wanting to provoke further anger, the lawyer quickly got into his car and drove back to Miranda’s place. Nash, consumed by frustration, punched the wall. Once, twice, until his knuckles were raw and bleeding. His eyes, red with unshed tears, fixed on the direction he had just come from.
He could imagine Nina’s heartbreak, but he had to do this.
It was the only way to ensure her safety.
As long as she lived, there was hope.
“Where should we go now, Mr. York?” asked Quincy, noticing the blood dripping from Nash’s hand and worried he might harm himself again.
Nash released his grip, ignoring the wound and letting the blood drip. “Get in the car,” he said.
The lawyer, having completed his task, returned to Miranda’s residence. He was Miranda’s lawyer, trusted to ensure the divorce went through.
“Is it done?” Miranda asked, lounging in casual clothes with a cup of hot milk.
“Yes, everything is settled,” the lawyer confirmed.
Miranda’s face lit up with a smile. She eagerly took the documents from him, opened them, and verified the signed divorce agreement. “Finally, it’s done.”
She handed the documents back to the lawyer. “Process these as quickly as possible. I need to marry Nash.”
Only then would she feel secure. Becoming Mrs. York was her ultimate goal.
“Understood.”
The lawyer left with his briefcase to complete the final steps.
Miranda reclined in her chair, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
She felt a deep sense of relief and contentment as she casually applied a face mask.