CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Those things are in the past. Let's not dwell on them anymore," Nash said, noticing Nina's low spirits. "Now we're together as a family, and Orion's health is slowly improving. That's what matters most." Mentioning Orion's recovery brought some comfort to Nina. Yes, instead of constantly revisiting painful memories, it was better to focus on the present.

The chicken broth was ready soon after, and as she was lost in thought, Nina absentmindedly reached out to grab the hot pot.

"Ah!" The searing heat made her quickly pull her hand back, and she pressed her fingers against her ear to cool them down.

"Are you okay?" Nash asked, rushing to check her injury.

As he leaned forward, Nina also looked up, and their lips brushed lightly against each other. The sensation was soft and warm.

For a moment, Nash relished the warmth of that accidental touch, wishing time would freeze, but his concern for Nina's injury quickly took over.

"It's nothing serious, just a little red and swollen," Nina said, showing him her hand. Her index finger was red, with a small blister forming at the tip.

Nash immediately pulled her over to the sink and turned on the faucet. "Keep it under the water for a while. I'll handle the rest."

He turned off the stove, carefully lifted the pot, and removed the lid, releasing a fragrant aroma that filled the kitchen.

He poured the broth into a bowl and carried it out of the kitchen, with Nina following after turning off the faucet.

As they walked, Nash brought up Pharaoh. "I know it's hard for you to accept having him as a father, and I respect your feelings. But Pharaoh is Orion's grandfather, and that's something we can't change. Orion has the right to know..." Nina fell silent. If her biological father were anyone else, she might have accepted it more easily. But her father was Pharaoh, a man with blood on his hands, known for his ruthless actions.

She did not want to acknowledge

him as her father, but without him,

there would have been no

Seven Leaf Clover, and Orion's

condition would not have improved.

She sighed, "Let's talk about it when the child is better..."

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When they arrived at the lab, Nina sat by Orion's side and began feeding him the broth.

"Mom, this broth is so good," Orion said, sipping eagerly until the bowl was empty.

Pharaoh watched from the side, his eyes filled with a mixture of envy and regret. How he wished his relationship with his daughter could be like that.

Nash noticed the change in

Pharaoh's expression and sighed inwardly. As a father, he could. understand Pharaoh's feelings, but some things could only be resolved with time.

After finishing his meal, Orion tugged at Nina's sleeve. "Mom, can I go outside for a bit? It's so boring staying here every day."

"Of course you can," Nina replied, feeling sorry for him. At his age, he should be outside playing like other kids but he was stuck in the dab, confined to treatments.

As a mother, she could not cure him, but she could grant him this small wish.

She found a wheelchair, and with Nash's help, they lifted Orion into it and wheeled him outside.

Behind them, Pharaoh felt a strong urge to follow, but he restrained himself. That was their time as a family, and he did not want to intrude.

Besides, with Micah still unconscious and unable to handle the tribe's affairs, those responsibilities fell to him.

Pharaoh left the lab and returned to his room, but he had barely sat down when someone came to report, "Pharaoh, an envoy from Salterra has arrived."