The Wrong Woman

Chapter 278

Nathan remained silent for a moment before humming in response.

Mila lowered her gaze, her fingers gently stroking the teddy bear in her arms as she murmured, “I’ve transferred 600 thousand dollars to

your account.”

Nathan’s response was another quiet, noncommittal hum. His

composed and indifferent demeanor sent a wave of panic through Mila’s chest.

Despite her desire to maintain distance and avoid any contact with him, she found herself torn and overwhelmed by conflicting emotions, the turmoil almost driving her to the brink of madness.

She missed him dearly, desperately longing to see him again. Feeling at a loss for words, Mila simply said, “Never mind, goodbye.”

Before she could say anything more, Nathan abruptly ended the call.

Mila gazed at her phone screen, tears cascading down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Across from her, Phoebe sat munching on potato chips, her gaze filled with confusion as she observed Mila’s unexpected emotional outburst.

Phoebe asked helplessly, “Mila, what did he say to you? Why are you crying?”

Mila hastily set her phone aside and wiped away her tears, attempting to compose herself. “I’m not crying. It’s just my tear glands acting up again. They seem to have a mind of their own.”

exactly set off this sudden

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pouted, feeling aggrieved. “He didn’t utter a single word, merely responding with

but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation, sighing in amusement.

provocation-be it nightmares, fatigue, unsuccessful experiments, disappointing takeout, or even a scolding from

indifferent noises from Nathan have you in tears again. Do you need surgery to fix those tear

sofa, shutting

when I was a child. I was quite

coolly, “It’s no surprise. Coming from a wealthy background, you were likely

real hardships, even minor grievances could bring you

out or shed a tear, he’d ru to my side,

curiosity. “What did

she turned and settled into the sofa, burying her face without uttering a single word. The floodgates of her

memories now

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doted on by her grandparents. Her classmates adored her, and her teachers favored

initially interpreted it as brotherly

the phone rang.

turned toward it, expecting it to be her phone, only to find

she turned to

it,” Phoebe said, ending

was tense as she spoke, “Mila, your