CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 838

In the end, all he could do was silently hold her tight in his arms.

Although he felt a pang of anger and frustration when he heard her mention looking for Scott. He knew deep down that Scott came here because of her. It made sense for Nina to want to find him.

Now, with Nina in his arms, nothing else mattered. As long as she was safe, it was enough.

Nina leaned against him, aware that they might not have a future. But at least for this moment, they were together.

Meanwhile, just as Micah was about to leave to find the Pharaoh, Mr. Joker appeared before him and nodded, "Sir."

"How is Nina doing?" Micah asked, his concern for her evident to Mr. Joker.

"Following your instructions to respect her wishes, she's searching the slave quarters for someone. Also, a new slave caught my attention..."

That man wasn't a slave. He had infiltrated the camp and wasn't ordinary. No common person would have such courage.

Before Mr. Joker could finish speaking, Micah cut him off in a low voice, "There are some things you don't need to say and I won't think you're mute for staying silent."

Anyone willing to risk everything for Nina could only be Nash.

From the moment he saw Nina wearing that string of green beads, Micah had investigated her thoroughly. He knew about Nash and that Wilfred had once been close to Nina, as well as Scarlett, who had been separated from her.

"Understood," Mr. Joker replied, lowering his head.

He genuinely didn't understand. What was his boss planning?

Was he just going to watch Nina and the man known as Nash carry out their plans without interference?

Mr. Joker didn't dare ask about his decisions and goals. He could only speculate silently.

Micah waved his hand, "Go on. Just follow my orders."This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yes," Mr. Joker replied without hesitation.

After Mr. Joker left, Micah went to see the Pharaoh, who lived in a separate courtyard. At the entrance, he passed by Mr. Kerr. When he reached the Pharaoh, he found him arranging flowers.

When not experimenting or harming others, the Pharaoh spent most of his time tending to his garden.

"Father, you wanted to see me," Micah said respectfully, stopping a few steps away from the Pharaoh

The Pharaoh didn't look up, focused on trimming the stems of roses in a vase. After a few moments, he asked, seemingly out of context, "Do you think these flowers look good?"

The arrangement of red, white, and pink roses was indeed beautiful.

"They're fine," Micah answered, somewhat dismissively.

The Pharaoh smiled, "Don't be so indifferent. Everyone has the right to preserve beautiful things. Seth worked hard to find Ivy. You, on the other hand, seem to protect another woman more than your own sister. Tell me, how did you meet this woman?"

The Pharaoh dropped his small scissors and lounged on the sofa, spreading his hands lazily. Despite wearing a mask, Micah knew the face beneath was cold, with eyes that held a hint of disdain and a mocking smile at the corners of his mouth.

"I met her in the village I was protecting. It's not about protecting her. There are things I need to figure out, and she can't die yet," Micah stated firmly.

"Bang!"

The vase in front of the Pharaoh shattered at Micah's feet.

"Why are you making excuses? Do you dare say you have no other feelings for her?" the Pharaoh was clearly angry, always holding Micah to strict standards.