Chapter 950
This was the real Nash!
No matter how angry Nina had been before, she loved Nash deeply and could not bear to see him die in front of her.
Besides, his men had already explained everything to her. He had explained it himself, and she could understand his situation and feel his pain.
Nina held Nash even tighter. “Nash, you have your reasons. Honestly, I’m grateful your father saved you.”
If it weren’t for his father, Nash might have died in that icy river. She would never have seen him again or been able to hold him like this.
Most parents would want their children to succeed, and his father was the president. Their positions were different, especially now that she had been exposed as Pharaoh’s daughter and labeled the “daughter of a demon.” “Nash, can I take Orion back to Birkham?” Nina decided not to dwell on their issues because thinking about them would only bring pain and suffocation.
Orion was her child, and she wanted to take him out of the war zone and give him the best education in the peaceful capital.
Nash did not respond, but Nina could feel him holding her tighter. She knew Nash did not want to let go. She remained silent, waiting for Nash to speak.
Before Nash could say anything, his subordinate announced, “Sir, the president is here! He wants you to bring that woman out!”
The president knew Nina’s name, but at this moment, he referred to her as “that woman,” clearly to humiliate her.
Nina was unfazed.
Having become a mother, she could understand a parent’s perspective.
But as for Pharaoh, she could never accept those bloody scenes.
Nash gently pulled Nina away from him. He reassured her, “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”
But Nina firmly grasped Nash’s hand, her expression resolute. “I’ll go with you to see him.”
Nash knew Nina’s stubborn nature. Once she made up her mind, she would not change it easily. He leaned in close, his voice low in her ear. “He doesn’t know Orion is with you.”
“Got it,” Nina replied, understanding that Nash did not want her to mention the child.
Soon, Nina followed Nash to meet his biological father, President Dominic of Salterra. Dominic had noticeable gray hair at his temples, but it did not diminish his imposing presence. His gaze was sharp and severe. “Nash, are you coming with me willingly, or do I have to force you?” Dominic asked coldly, his hands clasped behind his back.
It sounded like Nash had a choice, but it was a clear threat. If Nash refused, Nina would be in danger. But with Nash right there, there was no way he would let Nina be harmed.
“If you want to improve relations with Birkham and avoid provoking a war, I can help you-” Nash began.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Dominic cut him off, his tone filled with anger. His expression darkened, and his eyes were filled with a fierce glare.
He had thought his son was dead until he found him again. He had hoped to mold Nash into a perfect successor, but instead, Nash turned out to be driven by love instead.
During Nash’s three-year coma, if he had awakened just a few days later, Dominic would have ordered his body to be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks!