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They had not fulfilled their duties as parents and grandfather, so why were they so harsh and unloving towards her?

She hated them. Her downfall was entirely their fault!

"No matter what you believe, those are the facts," Nash stated.

"No! They never loved me. Only you did. You love me!" Miranda clung to the bars. She refused to accept that Nash's kindness was just an obligation, following his grandfather's wishes.

"Grandfather was a rational man," Nash continued. "He knew the difference between right and wrong. The York family wasn't left to William but to an outsider like me because he knew the family couldn't be destroyed."

This was why Miranda could never return to the York family. Her malicious intent was clear to Grandfather. Even if he knew she was his granddaughter, he had to think about the family's well being. Revealing her identity would have been disastrous.

For Miranda, this was a heavy blow. She had lived, believing in Nash's love, confident he would fall for her again. But now he was saying that all his kindness stemmed from the family's guilt.

"I don't care about their guilt! I want your love!" Miranda cried. "This isn't true. You cared for me because you felt sorry for me. I can give up everything, the York family, my identity, just for you!"

Nash had done everything he could for her, but she had not appreciated it.

"It's time to wake up from your dream," he said.

Miranda felt her hope shatter. She might as well have said nothing.

Ignorance would have been less painful. She resented everyone in the York family, except Nash.

He was the reason she had stayed optimistic. If he had always treated her well and there was no Nina, she would have wanted to be a better person and stay by his side.

But now, her faith was shattered. She started laughing through her tears, feeling utterly broken.

Then, she wiped her tears away and said, "Nash, I have something important to tell you. The antidotes in Seth's lab are all incomplete. The poisons are Pharaoh's, but the antidotes are Seth's experiments. None of them are fully developed. They're all failures."

Nash's face turned pale.

Just then, Wilfred ran in, out of breath.

"The white mouse had a relapse!" Wilfred exclaimed.

He was trying to tell Nash that the antidote did not work. The experiment had failed!

Twenty minutes after initially looking healthy, the mouse had collapsed again.

Nash already knew this. He rushed out, saying, "I need to see Nina!"

Miranda watched Wilfred's pale face and was unsure whether to feel sorry for him or take pleasure in his misfortune. But taking pleasure in it seemed unlikely.

She couldn't bring herself to hate Wilfred.

"Wilfred, are you working with Nash now?" Miranda asked. "You look like you're running on empty."

Wilfred, his face expressionless, replied, "You should worry about yourself."

"I don't get it. Is she really that special?" Miranda said. "Why are you all willing to risk your lives for her? You and Nash, you're both crazy!"Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

But Wilfred had already left. He knew he was the only one who could save Nina, and he had to.

Miranda watched silently. She felt insane, but they were even crazier. Whether it was Wilfred and Nash, they were all driven to madness.

Nash had risked everything to find the antidote, putting on a fearless act. And in the end, what did he get?

Nothing. There was no real antidote.

She cried and laughed at the same time, unsure if it was her tragedy or theirs.

In the end, they were all just sacrifices.

On the road, Nina began to feel unwell. At first, she was cheerful and energetic, but then she was struck with sudden pain.

She didn't know where it hurt, but it was excruciating. She curled up, cold sweat breaking out all over her body. When she saw the bruises reappear on her arm, she realized the truth.

It was all a cruel joke.

"James..." Nina called weakly.

"Yes, ma'am?" James turned around and saw her face covered in sweat. He was terrified. "Ma'am, what's happening to you?" Nina, trembling, clung to the car window for support. "The antidote... it's not real..."

"How can that be?" James was shocked.

He ordered the driver to speed to the hospital and tried to call Nash. However, Nash's call came in first, urging them to hurry to the hospital.

James did not dare waste any time. After all, Nina's life was more precious than anyone else's, especially with the baby she was carrying.

Nina endured the pain, thinking she could handle it, having grown somewhat accustomed to the poison's effects. She could still bear it.

When they arrived at the hospital, she was drenched in sweat, lying motionless in the back seat. Nash was already there. He opened the car door and lifted her out, calling her name.

"Nina!"

Nina opened her eyes to see Nash's anxious face. She grabbed his collar. "I'm okay... I can still bear it... Don't worry..."

Her words brought tears to Nash's eyes. His heart ached. "I'm sorry. I'm useless!"

Nina covered his mouth with her hand, forcing a weak smile. "Who said you're useless? Don't ever say that. You're a hero to me and our baby..."