Chapter 445

Vilma hit the ground hard, causing her skin to scrape and bleed instantly.

Nina clutched her stomach, feeling a surge of fear.

If someone hadn't caught her just in time, she would've fallen even harder from Vilma's shove.

Nina had a miscarriage; she was not concerned about her own well-being, only anxious that something might happen to the child she carried.

Vilma lay there, glaring, but her eyes quickly shifted past Nina to the man beside her.

Nina noticed Vilma's expression change several times before she hesitantly called out, "Alvin?"

"Alvin?" Nina repeated, turning to see a ruggedly handsome face.

He was tall and strong, with deep-set eyes that radiated calm.

As Nina checked him out, Alvin looked down at her.

After helping her steady herself, he stepped back and asked, "You okay?" His voice was calm and reassuring.

Nina nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine."

She was trying to figure out the connection between Alvin and Vilma.

Ophelia had mentioned yesterday that her son, Alvin, was coming back today.

Thus, the man standing before her was Alvin?

While Nina was still piecing it together, Alvin extended his hand and introduced himself, "Hey, I'm Alvin."

It really was him! Out of politeness, Nina shook his hand. "Hi, I'm..."

"Nina," Alvin cut in, saying her name before she could. He smiled warmly at her surprise. "My mom's been talking about you a lot lately."

Nina smiled back. "Ms. Murphy mentioned you too. She said you were coming back today. Didn't expect to meet you like this."

Alvin chuckled, "On my way back, I encountered an elderly lady who was having a medical emergency, so I brought her to the hospital. I stayed until her family arrived. I also didn't expect to run into you here."

Nina was a bit taken aback. "You actually dared to bring the elderly woman to the hospital?"

"Why not?" Alvin looked puzzled.

"Aren't you afraid she might accuse you of causing it and hold you responsible?" Nina asked.

Alvin shrugged, still confused. "This is illogical. If it wasn't my fault, I wouldn't be scared. If it was, I wouldn't run. If I truly faced that situation, I wouldn't regret helping. It's a life, after all."

Nina was speechless.

While they talked, Vilma had gotten up, steadied herself, and said, "Alvin, is it really you?"

Her eyes were locked on Alvin's face, astonished.

Nina thought, 'Alvin's quite the looker, tall and obviously fit. Why's Vilma looking at him like that?'

Reflecting on Vilma's past with Nathaniel, Nina started to get it.

Maybe Vilma just had peculiar taste? She didn't go for young, handsome guys but liked middle-aged dudes like Nathaniel?

As Nina was thinking this over, she noticed Vilma's expression change to one of flattery. "Alvin, it's been so many years. I didn't expect you to change so much. You're so different from before."

Alvin glanced at her, his face staying neutral. "You, on the other hand, haven't changed much."

Vilma blushed and shyly touched her face. "No way. When you went abroad, I was only seventeen. Now I'm twenty-five. How could I not have changed?"

Despite her words, she felt a surge of pleasure, thinking Alvin was complimenting her on still looking young and beautiful, just like eight years ago.

Her delight was short-lived, though, as Alvin's next words hit her like a ton of bricks.

"I wasn't talking about your looks. I meant your unfaithful heart."

Vilma was stunned.

Only then did she notice that when Alvin looked at her, his eyes were cold.

She stammered, "Alvin, why..."

Alvin turned to Nina and interrupted coldly, "I know everything you've done to my mom. Vilma, you better take care of yourself."

Vilma was speechless.

She thought, 'Ophelia must have said a lot of bad things about me to Alvin. Now, no matter what I say, Alvin won't believe me.'

Thinking of this, Vilma hated Ophelia even more.

Alvin ignored Vilma and said to Nina, "Shall we go?"

Nina was stunned, not quite understanding what he meant, when suddenly a phone rang.

Alvin took out his phone and answered, "Mom, yes, I'm at the hospital. No, it's not me... I'll be back soon. Yes, I'm with Nina. Okay, I'll give her the phone so you can talk to her."

After speaking, Alvin handed the phone over.

During this time, Nina and Ophelia had grown close.

She picked up the phone, and Ophelia's joyful voice rang through. "Nina, are you free for lunch? I made some food; come over and have some."

Nina knew Ophelia had been looking forward to Alvin's return for a long time.

At this moment, as an outsider, she shouldn't disturb their mother-son reunion.

So she gently declined, "I have work at the office, so I can't make it."

"You should come anyway," Ophelia insisted, "I have something to discuss with you."

After a pause, she added, "It's about Richard."

Hearing Richard's name, Nina fell silent.

Nina was aware that Richard was soon to be married; perhaps Ophelia wanted to share this news with her.

Nina knew she shouldn't be curious.

She shouldn't be trying to gather information about him from others.

She should calmly say, "I don't want to hear it."

But as she tightened her grip on the phone, she found herself unable to resist.

Finally, with a heavy heart, she lowered her eyes and said, "Okay."

Ophelia's voice lit up with happiness. "Alright! See you in a bit."

"Okay," Nina replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

She handed the phone back to Alvin, feeling a bit dazed and conflicted

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts.

'Should I go? What if it is some other news?' she thought.