Sally showed no remorse and wanted Nash to see Nina's true colors.

Nash walked up to her, expressionless, and coldly asked, "Who let you in?"

Sally replied, "I'm your mother. Why wouldn't I be allowed in?"

She said it as if it was a matter of course.

Nash's lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes cold as ice, filled with a murderous glint.

It was the first time Sally had seen such an expression on Nash's face, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

"You came here to burn down my house?" Nash's voice grew even colder.

Sally, who had been confident, now changed her tune. "I only wanted to teach Nina a lesson, I didn't mean to burn down the house. Nash, how could I possibly cause you trouble..." "You didn't just want to burn down the house. You intended to harm Nina and her unborn child!" Nash's voice was icy, devoid of any warmth. "You think I won't do anything to you?" The cold words made Sally tremble. "Nash..."

Nash's chest heaved, his clenched fists shaking, his eyes tinged with a blood-red hue as he sneered, "And now you expect me to defend you? Where do you get the nerve?" Sally became more subdued. "Nash, I'm your mother..."

right?" Nash's voice was harsh, his lips curling into a cold

up in the York family. That makes

standing a short distance away, heard Nash's harsh tone and felt it was too much. His gaze towards Sally was

confront

was usually cold and

seemed unusually aggressive today.

almost as if

right then and

he might actually do something drastic. After all, Sally was still his nominal mother.

Sally, Nina grabbed his hand. "Nash, let

hand. The force made Nina stagger backward

done, Nash turned to

quickly moved to support

moving slowly. Thankfully, she was unharmed. Had she not steadied herself,

Nash's reaction was abnormally

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