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.”

set off this sudden burst

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

the absurdity of the

slightest provocation-be it nightmares, fatigue,

noises from Nathan have you in tears again. Do you need

shutting her eyes tightly

chuckle escaped her lips. “You know, I used to cry even more when I was a

engrossed in her potato chips, replied coolly, “It’s no surprise.

hardships, even minor grievances

but smile. “I used to a being coddled by Nate. Whenever I acted out or shed a tear, he’d ru to my side, completely flustered and unsure how to handle

in with curiosity. “What did he

her face without uttering a single word. The floodgates of her emotions reopened, and tears streamed down

were once cherished memories now felt

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of the family, showered with affection by her parents and doted on by her grandparents. Her classmates

age, she initially interpreted it as brotherly fondness. At the time, she couldn’t quite discern the true nature of their

phone rang.

be her phone,

call, she turned to Mila, a seriousness creeping

said,

demeanor was tense as she spoke, “Mila,