Chapter 439

Nina took the phone to the bathroom door and knocked softly. "Ms. Murphy, you've got a call."

Ophelia's voice came through, a bit muffled, "Who is it?"

"It's a guy named Alvin," Nina replied.

Ophelia's tone softened immediately. "That's my son. I can't take the call right now. Nina, could you answer it for me?"

Nina hesitated, thinking maybe Ophelia should call back after her bath.

But then Alvin called again.

Knowing he was far away and probably really worried, after a moment, she pressed the answer button and put the call on speaker.

Alvin's voice was urgent and fast, clearly worried. "Mom, my leave got approved. I'm booking a flight now and will be back ASAP. Please don't do anything rash!"

Nina waited for a pause and then spoke softly, "Hi, Ms. Murphy is with me right now. She's fine, so you don't need to worry too much."

There was a brief silence before Alvin replied, sounding puzzled, "Thanks for looking after my mom. Who are you?"

"My name's Nina. I'm a friend of Ms. Murphy," she explained.

Alvin sounded grateful, "Thank you. When I get back, I'll thank you in person."

"You're too kind," Nina replied, glancing toward the bathroom. "She's taking a bath right now. She'll call you back when she's done."

"Alright. Sorry for the trouble," Alvin said politely.

"No trouble at all," Nina said before hanging up.

Ophelia came out of the bathroom looking refreshed.

She invited Nina to go out for dinner.

In the restaurant, Ophelia's face reflected in the glass.

After a moment, she said to Nina, "I took a bath at your place, and I feel much clearer now. You're right; there's no point in holding on to the wrong person. I've decided to divorce Nathaniel! But I won't leave empty-handed. I will get back the business my father gave him."

Nina nodded. "No matter what, I support you in legally defending your rights."

"Yes, thank you," Ophelia said, just as the waiter served their dishes.

Ophelia smiled warmly, pushing a plate of grilled fish toward Nina.

"This fish is the signature dish here. I have savored it for many years and never grown tired of it, so I brought you here today to experience it."

Nina picked up a fork hesitantly. "Shall I give it a go?"

She took a piece of fish and brought it to her mouth; actually, she was starving now.

Having been so swamped with work lately, she barely had time to eat.

Her assistant usually ordered lunch for her, but she only managed a few bites before diving back into work.

his was her first proper meal in a while.

The fish was delicious, but as soon as Nina swallowed it, her stomach churned.

She suddenly felt nauseous and, unable to hold it back, quickly covered her mouth and nose with her hand, spitting the fish into her palm.

Ophelia's face fell with concern as she leaned forward. "What's wrong? Is the fish not fresh?"

Then she picked up her own fork, tasted a piece herself, "It tastes the same as always."

Nina quickly cleaned her hand, looking a bit embarrassed. "Maybe I'm just too hungry. I've been feeling a bit nauseous these past few days," she said, her voice trailing off.

Ophelia observed Nina's weary appearance, took a clean bowl and ladle, and served her some soup. "It's good to be ambitious."

"But you also need to take care of yourself. It's hard to bounce back if you ruin your health."

She placed the bowl of soup gently in front of Nina. "Try some soup first," she added, her tone encouraging.

"Okay," Nina replied, picking up the bowl.

But as soon as she brought it to her nose, her stomach churned violently again.

She quickly put the bowl down, covering her mouth and nose. "Sorry, I need to go to the restroom," she said, her voice tight with discomfort.

Ophelia watched her thoughtfully and nodded. "Alright," she said softly.

Nina stayed in the restroom for about ten minutes. The nausea subsided a bit, but her stomach started to ache.

She massaged it gently to ease the pain before returning to the table.

Sitting back down, she grabbed her bag, took out a white pill bottle, and opened it, pouring out two white pills.

As she was about to take them, Ophelia leaned forward, her brow furrowed with concern. "What are those?" she asked.

"Stomach medicine," Nina replied. "I've been feeling this way lately, constantly nauseous or in pain. Taking these pills alleviates the symptoms somewhat."

Nina held the pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other, about to take them when Ophelia suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

Nina looked up, surprised, meeting Ophelia's intense gaze. After a moment, Ophelia's expression softened, and she asked gently, "When was your last period?"

Nina was stunned.

She wasn't naive; she immediately understood what Ophelia was implying.

But, could it be?

Seeing that she got it, Ophelia let go of her hand and sat back down, her expression still serious.

"If you're not sure, you should go to the hospital. You shouldn't take any medicine during sensitive times," she advised gently.

Nina slowly clenched her fingers, put the pills back in the bottle, closed it, and put it back in her bag. "Okay," she said quietly.

After dinner, Nina drove Ophelia home.

Since Vilma got pregnant, Ophelia and Nathaniel had completely broken down.

Nathaniel no longer came home, spending all his time with Vilma.

Ophelia had been reluctant to return home, feeling that everything in the large villa was an eyesore.

In her moments of emotional breakdown, she had trashed the place.

But now, Ophelia was determined.

Even if Nathaniel didn't want a divorce, she did. So, after returning home, Ophelia called a cleaning service to tidy up the house and changed all the security codes.

She even cut off all the surveillance cameras that Nathaniel could access to.

This home was now completely unrelated to Nathaniel.

What surprised Ophelia was that when she checked the safe, she found Nathaniel's Social Security card and state ID.

She didn't know if he had forgotten them or never intended to take them.

She picked up the items, weighed them in her hand, then put them in her bag.

On the other side, Nina drove home.

Thinking about Ophelia's words, she couldn't wait until tomorrow to go to the hospital.

As she passed by a pharmacy, she stopped the car, went inside, and purchased a few pregnancy tests.

Back at home, she locked the door and went straight to the bathroom.