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Quincy glanced at Nash once more. “Nina said it is on the left side of the walk-in closet. You can ask the helper to find.”

Nash furrowed his brows. “What about the overcoat? The one that’s camel-colored?”

“That coat is hanging in the wardrobe,” Nina added.

“No need for a sweater, I’ll wear a suit. Find the blue striped tie,” Nash instructed.

Nina frowned. “Which blue tie are you referring to? We have several.”

“The one with vertical stripes.”

“It’s in the twenty-eighth slot of the tie box,” Nina promptly replied, anticipating Nash’s next question.

To avoid further inquiries, Nina decided to provide all the details. “Mr. York, all your suits and shirts, except those at the dry cleaner’s, are in the wardrobe and easily accessible for the helper. As for the winter clothes, they’re neatly stored in the walk-in closet. I’ve organized them by category, making it easy for the helper to find. The ties are also sorted and stored in separate compartments, with each tie color-coded There shouldn’t be any confusion.”

Nina could quickly answer Nash’s questions, whether they were about coats, sweaters, or even specific ties. She was familiar with the wardrobe inside and out, even without being at the York residence. For three years, she had taken care of every aspect of Nash’s life – knowing his preferences, dressing style, and even remembering every watch he owned. She believed it was her duty as his secretary and as his wife.

When she spoke, silence fell on the other end. Seeing no response for a while, Nina asked again, “Quincy, is there anything else?”

Quincy, besides his surprise, showed no other expression, his gaze fixed on Nash.

Nash remained silent, his displeasure evident on his face, blaming Nina for not finding any fault with him.

At that moment, Nina realized that Nash was deliberately picking a fight. She didn’t want to say more and simply said, “If there’s nothing else, then I’ll hang up.” Without waiting for Quincy to respond, Nina ended the call.

After the call, Nina finally breathed a sigh of relief. In the past, whenever Nash needed something, she would immediately find it and have it sent to him as quickly as possible. Actually, refusing Nash wasn’t that difficult. She just needed to overcome her inner demons.

“Mr. York, Nina hung up.”

Quincy cautiously stated the fact, unable to comprehend Nina’s unusually cold behavior this time. It was not at all like her usual self. Additionally, Nash appeared even more unwell than before, as if the hospital could engulf him at any moment. Nash felt annoyed; Nina’s abrupt termination of the call only added to his agitation.

Before long, Nina received another call from Quincy. It seemed like there was no end to the calls.

“Nina, Mr. York just asked the helper, and she was unable to locate the sweater he likes to wear. He may need you to personally search for it.”

Nina furrowed her brows tightly. Couldn’t find it? How was that even possible?

“Nina, Mr. York needs it urgently. The

room is freezing, and I’m concerned he might catch a cold. He doesn’t look well, and if he gets a fever, it could lead to an infection in his wound. Quincy pleaded once more, sincerely. “You know how particular Mr. York can be. You understand him better than anyone. Without you, he would be quite uncomfortable. He’s still in the hospital. I hope you will consider Mr. York’s well-being this time.”

Hesitating Nina listened to Quincy’s words. Despite her indifference, she couldn’t ignore the injury Nash had suffered for her sake. With this in mind, she responded, “I understand. I will go home and bring it to him.”