NovelEnglishShe looked a bit surprised to see Mr. York, then tears welled up in her eyes. "Mr. York, I finally get to see you," she said.
Mr. York looked up and saw the assistant with a distressed expression. He knew she worked Miranda, so he extinguished his cigarette and tossed it into the trash. "Is the company empty?" he asked. He owned an entertainment company but had an executive CEO to handle day-to-day affairs. There were also others to handle matters when necessary.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe assistant replied, "Even if there are many people in the company, Miranda still needs you. And your phone has been unreachable." Mr. York did not want to hear more of this. He frowned. "Is there anything else?" The assistant wiped away tears, but they kept streaming down. "Miranda's old illness has relapsed. Yesterday, she had a performance, but she couldn't hear and had to cancel. If she goes deaf, how will she act? She's already struggling with singing, and now she can't even act. How will she cope with this blow?" At the assistant's words, Nash's expression grew even graver. "Is she completely deaf?" The assistant nodded. Nash had arranged for the best doctors to treat her hearing. They assured her that with proper treatment, she could recover like anyone else. But her hearing had worsened instead of improving.
After much deliberation, Nash said, "Taketo see her." The assistant quickly led him there. Nina was on the ninth floor, but Nash headed to the eleventh.
Outside the ward, he could see Miranda sitting on the bed. Her hair was disheveled and her face was pale. She appeared frail, curled up in a ball. It was a sight that would tug at anyone's heartstrings. Standing at the doorway, the assistant began again. "Mr. York, Miranda didn't askto call you. She didn't want to tell you, but I couldn't bear to see her like this.
"She's not crying or making a fuss, but she can only rely on IV nutrition. She can't eat anything. Every tshe tries, she vomits. How can she endure this?" The assistant's voice choked up as she spoke.
Nash remained indifferent, simply opening the door. Miranda showed no reaction, confirming that her hearing was indeed impaired. He approached her. Miranda reacted slightly when she saw the figure, her voice hoarse and weary. "Didn't I ask for stalone?" Seeing the visitor lingering, Miranda raised her head. She looked somewhat shocked at the sight of Nash, her face pale, and exclaimed excitedly, "What are you doing here? Who told you? I didn't want you here..." She glanced at the assistant by the atth door. "Was it you? Why would you tell him? don't want anyone to know I can't hear. It will ruin my careen No one will watch my velperformances anymoreyou here to ruin me?"
The assistant shook her head.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMiranda could not hear her Cher words She only judged by her lip movements. "I don't need you. Get out. You're fired as my assistant!" "Miranda..." The assistant started crying again.
Miranda joined in the tears. Nash watched their commotion with deep eyes, not uttering a word, his expression icy.
Miranda hugged her legs tightly again, as if trying to bury herself.
After crying her heart out, Nash pulled Miranda up and looked at her tear-streaked face. His voice turned op/dhi" Are you race.
sure you want to torment yourself like this?" Miranda's eyes were vacant, and she did not speak.
Nash's expression grew colder, his words devoid of warmth. "I brought in O top doctors who assured your heating could be restored. Why has it only worsened to the point where you can't hear at all now?" X
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