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.”

off this sudden burst of tear

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single word, merely responding with a

the absurdity of

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

absurd. A few indifferent noises from Nathan have you in tears again. Do you need

shutting her eyes

more when I was a

coolly, “It’s no

sheltered. Without facing real hardships, even minor grievances could

smile. “I used to a being coddled by Nate. Whenever I acted out or shed a tear, he’d ru to my side,

leaned in with curiosity. “What did

she turned and settled into the sofa, burying her face without uttering a

were once cherished memories now felt unbearably

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with affection by her parents and doted on by her grandparents. Her classmates adored her, and

from a young age, she initially interpreted it as brotherly fondness. At the time, she couldn’t quite discern the

the phone

be her phone, only to

listened to the call, she turned to Mila, a seriousness creeping into her

said, ending the

spoke, “Mila, your