He Does Not Deserve My Devotion-Chapter 69: Nina Walsh Leaves Crestfall

Everyone present was stunned. Russell Sinclair’s expression changed, and his gaze toward Aiden Sinclair held a hint of... regret.

’If only Julian Sinclair had this kind of mind and cunning, the Sinclair Group would be secure for the next hundred years.’

Julian Sinclair finally understood. Aiden Sinclair’s scheme hadn’t begun yesterday or the day before. It had started when he began preparing for the Selene Bay project, or perhaps even earlier. Aiden had been digging a pit for him all along.

Selene Bay was bait. The clients handed to him for free were bait. Even... Clara Jacobs was bait.

Aiden Sinclair had lured him in step by step, using Clara Jacobs to entrap him in a sordid scandal big enough to shake his foundation. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Julian Sinclair was currently managing the Sinclair Group. Once the scandal broke, the shareholders would undoubtedly question him.

As the eldest grandson of the Sinclair family, and with Aethel’s booming success in recent years, many shareholders had already suggested letting Aiden Sinclair take control of the Sinclair Group.

This half of the family fortune, whether from an ethical or a financial standpoint, was something Aiden Sinclair deserved.

Russell Sinclair mulled it over and over, but he couldn’t find a single reason to refuse. At some point, Aiden Sinclair had blocked off all their escape routes.

"Fine. Half of the Sinclair Group’s equity and management rights are yours."

With that, Russell Sinclair turned and left the hotel, ignoring Julian Sinclair.

Jay Keane was dumbfounded, his mind reeling in shock. ’Mr. Sinclair got half of the Sinclair family fortune with just a few words?’

’Coupled with Aethel, Mr. Sinclair is now the unchallengeable number one in Crestfall.’

Aiden Sinclair walked out of the suite. Jay Keane snapped out of his shock, as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Mr. Sinclair... there’s something I’m not sure if I should mention..."

"Speak."

"Just now in the first-floor lobby, I think I saw Miss Walsh."

Aiden Sinclair’s steps faltered. Then he rushed into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor.

The elevator doors opened, and he hurried to the coffee shop, but there was no sign of Nina Walsh.

Just as he was turning to leave, Wendy Sherman suddenly appeared before him.

"Mr. Sinclair, are you looking for Nina Walsh? She’s left. She and Declan Grant are leaving Crestfall," Wendy Sherman said.

...

「The Airport」

The typhoon had passed, and the airport had resumed normal operations. The five o’clock flight to Moraine was scheduled to take off in twenty minutes.

Nina Walsh and Declan Grant stood in the boarding line, waiting to get on the plane.

Declan Grant’s phone kept buzzing. This was already the fifth call.

Declan Grant pulled out his phone to turn it off. Nina Walsh glanced over and saw it was a call from Mrs. Grant.

"Declan, you should answer it," Nina Walsh urged.

’She was being selfish this time. It wasn’t that she wanted to steal Declan Grant away from the Grant Family; she was just truly desperate.’

’Once they got to Moraine, she would find a way to get Declan Grant to come back.’

The phone rang again. Declan Grant was a little worried about Mrs. Grant’s health, so after a moment’s hesitation, he finally said, "Nina, you get on the plane first."

Declan Grant took his phone and stepped aside to talk. Nina Walsh boarded the plane first and found her seat.

Gazing at the sky outside the window, Nina Walsh let out a sigh of relief.

’Soon, she would be leaving this place. This nightmare... could finally be over.’

"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please. The plane is about to take off. Please fasten your seatbelts..."

Nina Walsh waited for a while. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a figure walking toward her. Thinking it was Declan Grant, she turned her head, only to meet a pair of dark, inscrutable eyes.

The man wore a black trench coat, its hem billowing as if carrying a frigid wind, pressing in on her with a menacing aura.

"Nina Walsh, you’re not going anywhere."

...

Aiden Sinclair brought Nina Walsh back to Cloudcrest Manor once again.

"Let go of me! Let me go!"

Nina Walsh struggled, and Aiden Sinclair released her hand.

She rushed toward the kitchen. Realizing what she was about to do, Aiden Sinclair took two long strides, scooped her up from behind, and threw her over his shoulder.

"Are you going to grab a knife and stab me again? Some other day, perhaps. You’re tired today. You need to get some proper rest."

He carried her as if she weighed nothing at all. "How did you get so thin?"

As he walked upstairs, he ordered, "Mrs. Lane, go make some chicken soup."

His tone was light and cheerful; he was in a very good mood today.

Nina Walsh pounded on his back with all her might, but Aiden Sinclair didn’t react at all. In the blink of an eye, he had carried her to the bedroom.

Aiden Sinclair walked to the bedside and was about to put her down when Nina Walsh opened her mouth and bit down hard on his shoulder. His arm faltered, and Nina fell from mid-air onto the bed.

"Nina Walsh, I will never let you get hurt again, not even in the slightest. Believe me."

Aiden Sinclair knelt by the bed and uttered the promise he had kept hidden in his heart for so long. Nina Walsh didn’t have the reaction he expected. Instead, she stared at him in terror, as if he were some kind of monster.

Aiden Sinclair snapped out of the joy of his business victory and of having recaptured Nina Walsh. As his reason returned, his gaze moved down from her beautiful face.

Nina Walsh was half-lying on the bed, a panicked look on her face. One hand was supporting her lower back, while the other rested on her abdomen.

After getting off the plane and in the car, whenever the vehicle jolted, her hand would subconsciously move to her abdomen.

Aiden Sinclair’s gaze then fell on her clothes. Today, she was wearing a gray blazer over a loose, knee-length dress.

Something flashed through Aiden Sinclair’s mind. He took a step back to give her a safe distance before saying slowly, "Do you want some scallion oil noodles? I can make them for you. I’ve practiced a lot, and they taste really good now."

Seeing no reaction from her, he added, "If you want that stinky river snail noodle soup, that’s fine too. I can have someone bring it up."

His tone even carried a hint of trying to curry favor.

But he didn’t know that the more he acted this way, the more tormented Nina Walsh felt.

’She had fallen in love with someone who was her own flesh and blood. When he didn’t love her, she was heartbroken. But when he professed his love for her, she was in even greater agony.’

’From beginning to end, her very existence was a disaster. She was back in that nightmare once again.’

"Look out the window. I stole all the roses from that park for you. It’s a shame the flowers have all withered. We’ll have to wait a few more months. And also..."

Aiden Sinclair took out a jewelry box from the room. "The necklace I gave you is in here. I’ve kept all of your things safe..."

"Get out."

Nina Walsh cut him off coldly, then lay down with her back to him.

"Get some rest."

Aiden Sinclair backed out of the room, and the sound of the door closing followed.

An unknown amount of time passed before the door opened again. Aiden Sinclair entered with two strangers.

"What are you doing?" Nina Walsh shot up from the bed and instinctively tried to run for the door.

Aiden Sinclair stepped forward and grabbed her by the shoulders to restrain her. The other two people quickly came forward, pricked her finger, and took some blood.

Nina Walsh realized what they were doing. Her breathing became ragged as she shoved the person away. "Don’t touch me! I’m not pregnant! The baby is long gone!"

’How could she keep the child in her belly? That would be an even bigger mistake!’

Aiden Sinclair held her tightly in his arms, ignoring her struggles, and forced the person to continue drawing blood.

"Don’t blame me, Nina Walsh. You’ve lied to me too many times. I have to see it to believe it."