CEO’s Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Chapter 1166

In her memory, Joe had controlled every aspect of her life, dictating what she could wear and where she could go. It wasn't about him helping or making her successful.

"Mrs. Turner, what's your point? Even if what you say is true, does that justify hurting Yvonne?" Nina snapped, still convinced that Joe's obsession with Yvonne was the reason for her suffering.

After seeing Joe's erratic behavior today, Nina was more certain than ever that Yvonne needed to get away from him.

Winona scoffed coldly, rising to her feet, and pointed at Yvonne. "Didn't you say you were leaving? Then go. Leave for good. I want to see if you're really going to walk away or if this is just another one of your games.

"I'm not like Joe. I have no feelings for you," Winona said, her tone harsh and emotionless, which was exactly what Yvonne had been hoping for.

But still, she hesitated. Joe was in the emergency room, and she couldn't just leave him behind. She couldn't bring herself to walk away.

"Fine, we'll go. But Mrs. Turner, please make sure your husband stays away from Yvonne," Nina interjected, furious that the one responsible for all the pain was now playing the victim. She wouldn't let Yvonne be mistreated any longer. With that, Nina grabbed Yvonne's hand and led her away.

Nash, who had remained silent throughout the confrontation, waited until they were in the car to ask softly, "Yvonne, do you still want to leave?"

Nina was shocked. "Why wouldn't she? You've seen what Joe's like. She has to leave. Yvonne doesn't need his so-called 'help' anymore."

he wakes up. No matter what, the

with us for now, and I'll keep an ear

though the words felt stuck in her throat. There were so many things she wanted to say, but none of them

decided to

She had to give back everything tied to him, starting with her art exhibit, Since Joe had helped

of her plan, she immediately supported it. The two arranged a meeting with the investors

that someone seemed to be following them. Not knowing who it was, she chose

they met the investors,

the usual round of polite greetings. The investors praised every piece of Yvonne's artwork, pointing out several notable pieces as

the exhibit. Just as

with wide eyes. "Miss Yvonne, are you

am," Yvonne replied, acknowledging

excitement, tears brimming in her eyes.

was an admirer of

proposed organizing another exhibit in a different part of the city. Yvonne

quickly jumped in, "Mr. Frank, I'm sorry, but Yvonne is quite busy at the