CEO's Tears Over Pregnancy Test Discovery

Miss Flores intentionally gave them the wrong address. Was she afraid they might call the police?

Nina stepped out from behind the door with a polite smile, addressing the plump woman, "Sorry to bother you, we're looking for a friend. Her name is Miss Flores. Do you know her?"

The woman thought for a moment before slapping her thigh in realization. "Oh, Miss Flores? Yeah, I know her. She's upstairs. I heard she bought the whole floor. She's well-off, but it's a sad story. Her son passed away." After sharing this, the woman closed the door, leaving them to ponder.

Her son had died, and she bought the entire floor, yet she told them it was Unit 501. What was her intention? Was it really just to prevent them from involving the police?Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Nina and Nash exchanged glances, both sharing the same suspicions.

What they didn't know was that every move they made was being watched by Miss Flores.

At that moment, Miss Flores sipped red wine, listening to children's songs while lovingly gazing at a crystal coffin. Inside, a four-year-old boy lay peacefully, as if in a deep sleep. "My dear boy, you'll have company soon. Don't worry, Mommy has good taste. He's handsome and adorable. You'll like him."

Just then, the monitor at the door showed two figures, Nina and Nash. Miss Flores glared at the screen, confirming there was no sign of Orion, and her fury flared.

"How dare you deceive me! If my son can't have a companion, don't think you'll save yours."

Her shouts echoed through the room, catching the attention of Nina and Nash outside, who immediately knocked on the door.

"Miss Flores, we know you're in there. Open the door!"

"If you don't open up, we'll call for help."

Their voices carried through the door as Miss Flores let out a cackling laugh, changing her mind.

Since they didn't bring the child, she would make them come in willingly.

The door automatically swung open, and they heard her voice, "Come in then. It's an honor to have you in my humble abode, Mr. and Mrs. York."

The entryway was eerie, lined with

items emitting a faint red glow, giving off an unsettling vibe. Strange symbols were drawn on the walls. As they walked into the living

they saw Miss Flores seatedom,

couch.

"What exactly do you want?" Nina demanded angrily.

the

Miss Flores flicked on the lights, brightening the room and dispelling the sinister atmosphere from the entryway.

"Please, Mr. and Mrs. York, sit down. Have a drink. I'm not in the mood for tea," Miss Flores said, pouring two glasses of wine and placing them in front of them.

They were anxious to leave, so Nash got straight to the point. "You asked us to come here. We're here now. What do you want?"

"You really don't remember, do you,

Mr. York? I told you to bring Orion. But it's fine, understand your hesitation, Miss Flores sneered, casting a sideways glance at Nina. "Mrs. York, I didn't realize before that you weren't trying to make money off your son. Turns out, you've got a wealthy husband."

"Get to the point," Nina cut her off, growing impatient. She was fearing the longer they stayed, the worse it would be for Orion.

Miss Flores downed her glass of wine and smiled, "I can save Orion, but he'll need to stay here with me."

"You" Nina stood up, ready to strike.

"Mrs. York, don't be hasty. I'm not

finished," Miss Flores said, raising a hand to keep Nina seated. "Here's

the thing The hospital can't help et

him, only I can. If you don't agree, that's fine. In two days, Orion will fall ill again, and by then, even if you beg me, I won't be able to help."

Nina caught a faint whiff of something medicinal, a scent that seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place it.

"Are you not worried? Or do you just not care about Orion?" Miss Flores pressed, growing agitated by their lack of response.