CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

"Yvonne, please, don't scare me." Joe hesitated as he reached for her hand, afraid that he might frighten her, and pulled back.

Yvonne giggled absentmindedly. "I'm not Yvonne. I'm Little Sister." She got out of bed and wandered over to the couch.

She picked up a cup of water from the table, not even aware of how long it had been sitting there or who had drunk from it. Joe hurried over and snatched the cup away. Yvonne looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

Joe quickly fetched a fresh cup, his voice soft and soothing. "Here, take this. You want some water, right? I'll pour it for you."

"Water, I want water," she said in a childlike tone, completely unaware of how deeply it pained Joe to see her like this.

The sight of her, so lost and broken, made his chest ache. He regretted not stopping Winona when he had the chance. He blamed himself for what had happened to Yvonne. Gently brushing her hair from her forehead, a thought began to form in Joe's mind. He wanted to keep Yvonne by his side.

Without hesitation, he ordered his assistant to make arrangements, determined to take Yvonne away before Nina could intervene. But things didn't go as planned. His assistant and Nina were already clashing in the doctor's office.

Joe rushed over after hearing about the commotion. Seeing the evaluation report on the table, his heart sank even deeper.

"Joe, haven't you hurt Yvonne enough already? Now you want to keep her close? Are you out of your mind?" Nina's anger flared, though her own condition made her hold back. If not for her pregnancy, she might have lashed out at him right there.

Joe grabbed the report, reading it again and again, desperate to deny what was right in front of him. The words stared back at him. Yvonne had lost her mind, shattered by the trauma.

Nina snatched the report from his hands, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't act like the hero now. If you'd let her go sooner, none of this would've happened." "I'm sorry," Joe muttered.

As if an apology could ease the guilt

that weighed him down. But the

more he said it, the heavier it felt, especially under the scorn in Nina's eyes. At that moment, he realized just how pathetic he had become, a foot who had ruined everything.

Nina saw through his act, scoffing, "Don't even bother. Yvonne's my responsibility now. I'll be the one to take care of her."All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Mrs. York, look at yourself. You can't even take care of yourself, let alone Yvonne." Joe's words stung, and he wasn't wrong.

As her pregnancy progressed, Nina's mobility had worsened. She had even arrived in a wheelchair today. She wasn't in any condition to care for someone else.

Still, she refused to back down. Clearing her throat, Nina replied calmly, "I can hire help. Whatever Yvonne needs, I'll provide it. No matter what."

Joe wasn't backing down. "You think I can't hire people too? But this isn't about that. Taking care of her personally shows real sincerity."

"Sincerity?" Nina shot back, her anger rising. "You're questioning my sincerity?"

The tension in the room was palpable. Both of them were ready to explode when the doctor tapped the desk to get their attention. "It's up to the patient. Whoever she feels comfortable with should care for her Forcing her into a situation with someone she doesn't trust could make things worse."

Joe glanced at Nina, unsure. He knew Yvonne had wanted to leave him for a long time. He had been the one holding on. Deep down, maybe she really did want to be far away from him.

Nina smirked, taking the report in hand. "Joe, you're done here. Oh, and by the way, don't bother calling again. For you, Yvonne doesn't exist anymore."

She walked away, confident that Yvonne would choose to go with her. Joe stared at her retreating figure, his brows furrowing.

His assistant leaned in quietly, "Boss, if the straightforward way doesn't work, there's always a sneakier approach, right? We can still..."