The Wrong Woman

Chapter 386

The next day, the Morrisons went to Sudvilla to visit Nathan. Around noon, Cole drove them back to Morrison Residence.

At the entrance, Cole ran into Mila.

Mila bumped into Cole after coming out from inside the residence. She hurried over and called, “Cole.”

Cole stopped in his tracks, frowning at her.

She asked worriedly, “How’s Nate doing?”

Cole replied curtly, “Thanks to Ms. Hoffis, General Morrison is doing fine now.”

Mila breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart still felt heavy. She was worried and unsure of how to express it.

He added, “General Morrison’s family all went to Sudvilla early this morning to see him. Now they just got back. So, why were you coming out from inside?”

Mila pointed toward the summerhouse and said, “I went to see Dan.”

Cole sucked in a deep breath. He placed his hands on his hips as his face turned pale.

He thought that if he ever ended up falling for a heartless and cruel woman like Mila, he’d rather strangle himself to death.

asked, “Ms. Hoffis, just how much does General Morrison bother you that you think it’s necessary to

turned gloomy, wondering why Cole was so

mean?

looked at Mila’s innocent face. He exclaimed, “Everyone who knows General Morrison

was taken aback.

General Morrison loves what about you? You treat someone else’s affection as a burden

you. But

gave up on you and chose a new life. But

Her mood became

within a month and had already started a new life. Perhaps it was because Fenna was his long–time confidante, so he was able to accept a new

Cole continued to “denounce” her offenses.

the bullet and risked his life for you. But you couldn’t even stay a little longer at the hospital to wait for him to wake up. Instead, you insisted on leaving. You said you were

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Sunterland, but aren’t you still in

have the time to see General Morrison? Why? Is your time so precious that you can’t

you hate me that much? Do you have a problem with me?”

Cole replied,

bitterly and said,

notice that I want you to visit General

lowered her head. She was at war with herself as she tugged the hem of her clothes.

her small movements. He